Branched Out

Swaying, swaying, swaying, Rustled wind-moved arms Nature’s back-bone praying In beautiful verdant charms Swelling girth scaling greens to duns Stretching calloused thumbs Elbows, elbows, bows Yearly rests and yearly grows Sapped and juicy teared old face In the open, out of place Saplings nestled in nested grass In the shadows, in a class Split dried tinder age Stored sun, yellowed page Fiery crackle, yet no rage Giving comfort, Love, itself