a sitting tree

Do roots ground in moments of profound
and bind with river rushes and wind gushes 
to blossom a new bloom 
in urgency of the disappearance of gloom...


Do leaves rustle in bids of adieu to adventures passed and welcome discoveries of new


New bright shades of greens browns reds blues 


life... death... love... doomz


home is ventured from stalks to tipz


she waits and anticipates 


the embrace


a new face


perhaps her escape


Do these seasons with reasons emerge to submerge edges embedded in dreaded  - dead


dead


soul


dead


life


dead


belief


dead


sight


seasons and hands of round faces 


ticking and tocking


waiting....


waiting....


the clock and its inevitable calculating stop


insanity in each drip drip of dew drops.... 


culminating thunder showerz


she sits in Mother nature's Towerz


feel the time


feel the breeze of the longing devine


why not sweet fruits 


why not plump full of juice


sweet pain in overflowing anxed... yearning.... freeing of her being


little twigz from Earth resounded and new heights ascended


patient 
little
tiny
unnoticed 
insignificant 


promised
hoped
wished
dreamed


believed....


a sitting tree seeks liberty


in tainted ground roots
in fears and doubts showered 


Man on the Moon - do u see this sitting tree?


Does he know when Venus here in this tree once again Reigns?

dead

soul

dead

life

dead

belief

dead

sight

little twig she knows her plight

here in a sitting tree 

she waits and fights 

capillaries fueled bright in her pure inevitable .... she tastes the pending with delight

new dawns

new days

Maker of a sitting tree ... He knows a little twigz destiny...