Another branch has fallen from the tree
For nine short months, it weakened and grew dry.
It fell to earth with utter gravity
Is comparing us to trees good simile?
I’d find a better if I’d wits to try
Another branch has fallen from the tree
The tree grieves not, for trees like to be free
Their main desire is stature, to be high.
Dead branches fall to earth by gravity
Some compare life to a drunken sea;
Or to the sky where dance wild nuclei
Yet our most holy symbol is the tree
The strong hang on in their tenacity
Even as their leaves and berries fly
Weaker branches fall with gravity
Death comes so much harder to the high
This is no truth but neither do I lie
Another branch has broken from the tree
Thus disconnected , it is down and free
