Sunday, November 22, 2009

Bare Branches

Bare branches tell a story
Green ones cannot understand

They were stripped of their livelihood
They stand naked in shame
They never asked to be the chosen ones
They were not given options at that moment
They thought they were in it all together
They were always part of the team

Bare branches tell a story
Green ones just don't understand

As lightening does, it struck
A tiny spark changed the course
Amazing inferno, ravaging the life
Green is vaporized in seconds
The beauty that took years is gone

Bare branches tell a story
Green ones fail to understand

Under the blackened nakedness
Blood flows on
It breathes and moves
Heart still constant in the trunk
Damaged, but not dead

Bare branches tell a story
Green ones misunderstand

Severely broken, but not forever
Struggle is slow and steady
Water and light are needed
But time is the only true healer
They learn they can only grow with the seasons

Bare branches tell a story
Green ones incapable to understand

Solid, perfect, and Green
Balanced and Unmovable
The world offers little threat
Small Animals, tired birds, a bitter winter
They don't phase those green branches

Bare branches tell a story
Green ones will never understand

A forrest full of trees
No one really stands alone
They all touch each other
Need by each other, dependent
It is their togetherness that makes them strong

Yet somehow, bare branches know a different story.

(Written Summer 2008 while sitting in the forest in Yosemite.
Recent life events made it come alive again.)

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