
The branches of my family tree
Branch out from the trunk of me
A lineage of my progeny
Of fruit, fallen, not far from me
.
Umbilical cord limbs are degrees
Of separation removed from me
But the same sap that defines my tree
Drips down to the ground I see
.
Four seasons cycle inclemently
And verdantly poise the lush I'll be
Punctuated by barren wintries
Proud plumage explodes preemptively
.
And concentric rings of history
Embrace, enclose autobiography
Presenting my documentary
Of the forest, not seen, for the trees
.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
Make me rich! https://www.amazon.com/Gerard-DiLeo/e/B00JE6LL2W/
My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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