A wounded branch
on a leafless tree
hangs down near
my balcony
somehow branch
keeps keepin' on
through torrential rains
and pullin' storms
Still, it holds on
by the thinnest thread
branch finger blackened
almost dead
But near the break
there's a patch of green
you must look hard
before it's seen
A wounded branch
on our leafless tree
a little like you
a little like me
I've wondered why
so much wind and hail
has to screech and pout
at the wounded branch
on this leafless tree
with the faintest
patch of greenery
Song Adaptation
from the original Poem by
Melissa Ann Howells
'Wounded Branch
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