A walk outside I notice a dead tree

Crooked is the wind as it blows against my thin skin,rough hands as it climbs the tree of death decay and deceit, a widow, the leaves fall off, separate, skinny branches look like skinny fingers of death, fear comes near, cold wind shivers, the moonlight quivers, the shadows come nearner,  heart beating like african drums, i close my eyes, praying my beliefs paint a wall of hope,