The Detached Branch
There was once a big happy mother tree
Where branches are her kids, swinging all free.
Every day is a happy day to see,
Enjoyed growing as busy as a bee.
Mother tree said, "Grow and follow the light.
Never detach yourself from my sight."
All the branches nodded, swayed in delight.
Except for one who saw nothing but night.
One day, the tree was struck by a strong rain,
Drowned the family like a dead chain.
Fierce wind hurt the tree, terrible to contain.
One branch seemed to give up because of pain.
Mother tree shouted, “Spare my branches,”
But it was too late, seemed no more chances.
One branch detached himself, full of scratches.
Carried away by storm, heart full of patches.
The detached branch was dump to a river.
Seasons witnessed him all his shivers.
Winter of freezing death, summer as fever
Until he reached the sea, his hope for shining silver.
The continuous tossing and splashing
Shaped the branch into a driftwood, dashing!
Years pass, the waves sent him to the shores of kings
In search of mother tree whose love flows like a spring.
There was once a big happy mother tree
Where branches are her kids, swinging all free.
Every day is a happy day to see,
Enjoyed growing as busy as a bee.
By jepoy
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