Nature of War

Strangles of vines creep over hills,
blood and gore with more kills,
twisting trunk of a tree,
prisoners never set free,
dropping apple to the ground,
a grenade exploding sound,
the broken branch snaps,
caught people in wood spiked traps,
leaves rustle from winds blow,
surrounded with not a way to go,
it encloses petals the same way,
until the light of the sun the next day.