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
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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