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?
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