Dead tree

It was a gargantuan tree,
Beautifully blooming with flowers
Tangled all around the overgrown roots
Where children could hide.

The tree was once healthy green,
With spots of pink and yellow from flowers
Sheltering others with care and shade
Where you could hear laughters from families

But now the laughters are replaced by the loud sound of silence,
Carcases of insects and flowers as decorations,
The green tree turned brown and black
Naked without leaves.

Children will have goosebumps seeing the tree
Running from it as if Mr crooked is hiding
Waiting to haunt them
And give them nightmares.

Workers will come slashing the tree
With every slash, liquid pouring out
Where is the hope for this tree?
Nothing to begin with.

An old grandma came,
Painting the leftover barks on the ground
With colourful coloirs
But what is there to save?

Soon, these barks and branches
Will rot amongst the dead flowers
And dry leaves just to be stepped
Like dirt.

I wish there wasn't any tree to begin with