The poem “A Single Sprig” is about the struggle of the alternative to exist in a conservative world.
Sometimes the forest hides the trees concealing rainbows in the green when the color meant for most is the pigment denied by one the rare exception hides among the mighty giants of the glade dictating life of the less those sprouts seeking something else a single sprig cut from the sun by the breadth of canopy without a path to extend beyond the grove set in time a splash of color is allowed just a glimpse as seasons turn still the theme must be adhered to be a tree and nothing more.
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