As you reach out far towards the sun.
I sit here withered, wretched in reach,
Without a leaf.
As you be all of the brightest green
And can be seen
Deep from the pastures,
From the villages, and from the vineyards.
You may not know
Each leaf will fall, in the fall,
But you will not lose them all.
As from that seedling, you have grown so very tall.
Someday soon, as tall as I,
From gathered raindrops, teardrops of the sky.
As those who weep upon you, will shed you with new birth.
You shall be watched by those for all your greatness and your girth.
But for who, and why?
Will someone destroy thee?
Is that someone, I ask, with a razor-edged axe?
So many that live with a mind so lax.
Not to realize what they've done until after it's gone.
And realize too late, that their intentions were wrong.
We sometimes must hide the forbidden that's taken with greed.
And live out our life, to produce a new seed.
One that can go on in its perilous plight.
This journey must be done, and we must learn to avoid a fight.
For all of us must give and learn as much as we can.
So we learn how to live with the unacknowledged man.
Timothy G. Branfalt Sr. 06/05/2009
cc: Donnell Geib, Kathleen Wildey
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