A branch fell down today, carried off by
Or was it the weight of life
bearing downwards a moment too long,
breaking its ability to hold on?
It fell slowly but loudly whispered,
demanding my attention, and so I paid.
The leaves fluttered, excited
to meet the ground.
The grass! Their unknown, distant cousins embraced
some of them, yet some of them
were still born aloft by the natural way of
They had to wait their turn. Warmth found them all
as the sun shadowed them with light;
they wait until night to begin life anew.
The thoughts of the natural world are –
or aren’t they?
Perhaps I’ve been staring outside for too long.