by Me
You dance attendance on a limb,
waiting, forming, unfolding.
A bud reaching for sunlight-
you and nature as one.
You're so supple, so lush,
veins running helter skelter
throughout your palm -
feeding, nuturing.
Growing, frolicking on your secure extension.
A sprightly existence;
experiencing the elements.
Time passes, seasons change,
it's time to return from whence you came.
Protruding veins -
character lines on your parched facade.
Letting go a bit at a time.
Melding into the earth,
relinquishing your hold on life-
to join the harmony of nature.
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