Sunday, January 17, 2016
Of Which The Tree Grows
When I was born
I fell off the branch
as a leaf on the water
I landed.
As such, I give advantage
to the current
that holds me.
When I die,
I’ll wither then
decompose
into the soil
of which the tree grows.
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