Aimless Float

The raft gazes longingly at the pier Despite desires to drift away from fear That tether dangling within that bleak bay Reflects the discontent that shifts his sway Constantly rocked by belligerent wake Those bowed planks bob with sorrow in that lake For once he dug into the fertile land Diligence hoping he'd avoid quicksand Water and daylight ensured the seed grew Many cracked yet survivors numbered few The howling wind gave life to rugged bark Even when grasping just how ebbs grow stark Yet in his sway he swelled stronger despite The haste of grim circumstance to ignite With a snickering axe that shell snapped off Choking joyous whispering limbs like a cough Tool and sweat whittled and shaped his function Shreds tumbled to test his fragile gumption For many moons the tree hovers along Doleful he cannot share his leafy song No longer hugged by the tug of the earth Constant motion clouds his befuddled worth Once such blessings of water would nurture That choppy break now conspires to torture What has become of his simpler life? He never asked for this relentless strife A silhouette drifts in from the sunrise Linked arms swing in play behind smiling eyes One by one they step into his remains While bright songbirds offer gentle refrains Ardently they share a tender embrace Forcing the lost plant to contemplate grace The hinterland glade he shall always miss Yet hope sparks anew as he shares their kiss