Rupture: Fragile Surge

And piled up on another. one by one two on three, to four and more seize them all weakest one, broken one, flimsy one... too many ones struggling, stranding

The wind howling at the charred remnants of the rootless tree Its falling down, the smoke rises ash to ash, dust to dust what remains of them all.
after all, its all the same It burns and burns its a fragile surge