The Twig

the Twig does a tree have the right to harbor a twig or a twig the right to be maybe the gusty driving wind can answer when it sets the little fellow free skipping and sliding across the terrain then paralyzed by torrential rain but shelter not far away the farmer spreads open his bag our nomad wiggles in to join the leaves and debris now he has refuge and new friends is he different than me only absent a soul but still a tangible whole the answer is within our beings if we envision the realm of not seeing