Naked Tree

A naked tree is ugly
In its segmented limbs
Its towering branches that have no order
Just random wandering here and there
With no system but when the sun struck
And the seedling’s veins were drawn
Toward the light, compelled to follow
Until the burden of old wood was too heavy
To traverse the sky with the sun anymore
And so now it freezes with the season
Becoming an eyesore without its green dress.