poem yay

brand new. i just wrote it a week and a bit ago, before everything got messy. its kinda prophetic in a stupid pathetic kind of way. someone i read it to liked it.
Golden honey sundrenched summer sweet trees thickly blooming flowers by the river swiftly moving washing golden sparkles busy heavy leaves and heady scented breezes every inch of ground a verdant richness smothers
One thing choking out another
All things striving pushing shoving and amid this lively splendor
One lone tree
Stands stark and leafless
From its barren twisted branches
Black cracks woven over blue sky
Crow cries taunts
Defiantly
Into the coming storm