Sinking Transient Waters

The old weary branches of the ancient tree
Reaching wretchedly towards the black mirroring surface
A golden aura surrounds everything but below
Where beneath the black surface the fallen leaves sink
In ferocious currents that no form can bear
Knots lacerated open
Drowning in aghast in the transient waters
The old roots and branches of the
ancient tree reaching wretchedly towards below