Brittle

Does a tree rot whilst still living?

Bark remains thick—dense and heavy;

Simultaneously, heartwood witheringly sick,

The frame appearing strong, the inside giving?

None can see it, but the essence is felt.

Leaves develop, pigment slightly altered.

Fruit abides—less sweet, a duller tint;

Outward strength develops as internals melt.

The external stature ensures very little.

Tumult begins far more quickly,

Akin to the destruction of a star.

Time alone will expose the brittle.