Broken Branch Precariously perched Upon your rocky Home A dry island within Chilly October waters What is your story?
You carry scars Your bark Has been Stripped away You have been Cleaved From your tree Of life Beavers have feasted Upon you Your pointed tip Their signature Now points heavenward Are you lonely As you Languish upon The solid slab of rock Grounded in river’s bed? Are you cold? Scared? Or, maybe delighted To have a perch To rest upon A fitting vantage point To watch The Tooky River Flow all around you To smell the sweetness Of wet earth To hear the gentle Murmuring sounds Of water Smoothing rocks, Coursing along On its journey While you sit And await Wind’s next gust Or water’s next Rising Knowing It will be then your time To join the watery parade Once again Are you scared Or is there delight In knowing You are on Your own path Fulfilling Your own destiny?
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