Stuck on branches--No longer falling leaves.
Her heart beats softly--
Some days it's hard to breath.
Stuck on branches--
Way high up on trees.
She mediates slowly--
And watches to see.
Stuck on branches--
No bigger than she.
She ponders on nature--
And rolls up her sleeves.
Stuck on branches--
Hanging by a thread.
She holds on tightly--
To nature's bed.
Stuck on branches--
Way up high.
She prays one day--
That she will touch the sky.
LaTasha B.
© 2016
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