GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin 41. Birch Trees in a Moonlit Park Birch trees in a moonlit park And skeletal arcing fingers Entangle the sky with ghost threads. White pathways for the wind to creep and as it lingers Moan sadly and then leap blindly at the branches-wrestle then sadly until the sky is torn by the strangling heads of the trees. Birch, you are bleached in the wild moonlight. And the wind screams through you. A cold and eerie silence of heel taps and the chalk light of streetlamps. The bleaching light -that rips a ghost garment to shred and waves it wildly from the ground as birch.