Out on the limbs
From the soils of old life is drawn, waters from faraway lands
Along the highways and veins of a city, roots of many hands
It flows up to feed the leaves, as they search all day for sun
Curled at night like children asleep, blankets protecting one
With the dawn and the morning mist, they unfurl as on repeat
A sleepy yawn and a creeping gait, they begin to shuffle feet
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Taking a chance on the new day's offer, seeing what will arise
Looking down toward the ground to the earth eyeing its prize
What will fall to be carressed from the heaven's high above
Those that float to land gently, be consumed by eternal love
Folded once again into the bread, that will continually become
Nothing will be wasted, every morsel eaten and every crumb
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To run along the branches is to risk body in the plummet down
To lose grip and slip is to tumble hopelessly and land facedown
Dropped into the warmth and washed onto the eternal coldness
To dance and laugh in the canopies, takes abandon and boldness
Drinking from the blossom's heart, filling mind with what knows
Out on thin limb's of destiny, are where beautiful flowers grow.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]