Branches (Accoustic Folk Song)

1st Verse:

Tree branches criss-cross
like X's and Y's
or cracks in the porcelain
smooth winter skies.

 

2nd Verse:

 

Or arms with long fingers
that, clouds, seem to poke
or within the spinning wheel
seasons, their spokes.

 

Chorus:

 

Such beautiful branches
and I too have those;
nerves, arteries, veins;
hands, feet, fingers, toes.

 

I'm one of the branches
of humanity

and we are all brothers
on Nature's great tree.

 

3rd Verse:

 

Tree branches zig-zag
like V's and like Z's
like bright silver lightning
trees overhead.

 

4th Verse:

 

Or branches of rivers
through which water flows
the river of life flows through
them as they grow.

 

Chorus 2:

 

Just like copper wires
filled with energy
springs emerald fire
is carried through trees.

 

And I too can pick up
that signal of green.
My souls an antenna
in Nature's machine.