The Fallen Beauty
The Fallen Beauty
Amidst the joyous season’s bright enchantment,
A towering symbol of Christmas delight,
Stood tall with branches, adorned and resplendent,
Yet fate had planned a grievous, tragic plight.
Whispering winds grew fierce, nature’s unseen danger,
Unleashing chaos upon unsuspecting souls,
As a mighty gust caused the towering stranger,
To topple, crushing her beneath its toll.
Oh, woman of sixty-three, gentle and wise,
Snatched away, leaving loved ones to mourn,
In the midst of laughter, now tears fill the skies,
As the fallen beauty leaves a void forlorn.
A chilling reminder of life’s fragile thread,
That beauty and joy can transform to despair,
In the blink of an eye, joy turns to dread,
And the festive spirit is tinged with a prayer.
Yet, in this sorrow, let us find solace and grace,
Embrace the memories that forever remain,
For the fallen beauty leaves a lasting trace,
Of love, laughter, and the spirit we sustain.
Horrifying moment, Christmas tree, topples over, crushes woman, strong winds, Belgian market.