Desolate Paradise

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Desolate Paradise

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Municipality: Gempen
District: Dorneck
Canton: Solothurn
Country: Switzerland
Trees: Pine (Pinus)
Season: Autumn
Month: October
Mood: Gloomy and sad
Colours: Green, grey
Depiction: Gnarly, stunted conifers cling to a rugged rock face in October’s autumn. The thick fog drapes everything in a cloak of grey obscurity. It blurs the knotted conifers with their green needles. They appear as elusive silhouettes, almost invisible through the pervasive mist.
A commanding rock face spans from the bottom left to the top right corner. Into two distinct triangles, it slices the setting. Dull greyness characterises the upper triangle. The lower triangle reveals the gnarly conifers. Those small trees embrace the rocky terrain with tenacity. The conifers cling to the rough surface amidst the thick fog.
This October setting has blurred and obscured elements. The gnarly conifers entwine with the rock face. With the cryptic veil of fog, they embody a silent beauty. Desolate Paradise resonates with the quiet strength of nature’s enduring spirit.

On a grim morning, veils of doom descend,
Where desperation and grief know no end.
A slantwise line divides the scene in two,
From bottom left to top right, the line runs through.

In the upper triangle, thick and dense,
A blanket of silver covers all sense.
A desolate expanse where vision fades,
A spectral space where tribulation pervades.

The lower triangle holds rocks and trees,
Amidst the ashen gloom, they stand at ease.
Gnarled and weathered conifers in dark green,
Remain steadfast, strong guardians of the scene.

In desolate paradise, woe resides,
No pleasure flourishes, happiness hides.
Dreariness, ubiquitous, devours all,
Under an insatiable, ashen grey shawl.

Beneath the sombre sky, a mournful sound,
Echoes of misery and tears abound.
In this melancholy, a land forlorn,
Where disconsolateness reigns from night to morn.

A domain lost in the annals of time,
In desolate paradise, at its prime.
Amidst this sullenness, lost spirits roam,
With no aspiration, no hope, and no home.