A Tree limb lay,
like thoughts fallen yesterday.
It once pushed leaves,
to shine in the bright sun.
I once had some thoughts,
but now they are gone.
A limbs branching way,
live, wither, fall, decay.
Pieces of broken branch bark,
fragmented thoughts recalled in parts.
Some tree limbs still rise,
reaching to harvest the sun.
Thoughts that still live,
till I lay like a limb.
A Tree limb lay,
like thoughts fallen yesterday.
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