A Broken Branch

I’ve seen fireflies and blazing stars,

The sky with flames, bright Venus afar,

And the Milky Way, a cosmic sight,

All beautiful, and filled with light.

High clouds, like mountains, call for awe,

A spectacle that leaves one in awe,

But this branch, broken over rocks,

Intrigues me more than all the flocks.

For in its brokenness, it tells a tale,

Of strength, resilience, and the will to prevail,

And though it may seem battered and worn,

It’s still standing, weathered but un-torn.

For in this branch, I see a tale,

Of struggle, triumph, and travail,

Of a life that’s lived, and now is done,

But whose legacy, forever lives on.

And so, I pause, and take it in,

This branch that’s broken, yet full of vim,

For it reminds me, in every way,

Of the beauty that lies, in life’s decay.