Patterned Day

Patterned Day

What is it but a tree you say?

Just a trunk with branches

And leaves in array.

But it is that and more for me you see

For every bough that breaks, another sprouts.

It reaches for the stars

but never a day passes

That it is in a rout.

With the sun for it’s friend,

What’s to stop it from completing the cycle of life

And create a Patterned Day?