Soul Catcher

Trees are the catchers, of lost human souls

Death, prior to allotted times, entraps them 
Their spirits, in nets of clinging branches
Mouthing silent pleas, to earthly passers

Nightly they peer, toward the magnetic stars
All craving, to one day roam the cosmos
Its magnificence calling them, upward

They wail, to reunite with their loved ones
Memories of their earthly existence
Like sirens, ever calling them homeward

Copyrights by G. Jones 2012
Images by flickr.com

Author's Note: The In the Weird Series