Branches - Vales

I’m twisting my spine

To understand

How satisfaction is found and why

Each day is spent in this fabric daydream

These moments are timeless

Yet we count them as insignificant as we find breath

These moments are so ageless

They become as significant as we find death

As my back arches forward

And my head follows forth I’m recollecting my worth I find myself waiting The

trees they’re burning

The leaves are wilting

We are the branches

We are the branches.