My brown skin
Your eyes, green
We make a living Tree
A Grounded Spree
Oh! but it seems like
The Universe forgot to
Water us again
Mistimed Perfection
Are we dying?
In a Senescent Harmony
Until the Universe
Comes back to us?
I will hold onto
The Clumsy Leaves
Will you, hold on to
The Wholesome Tree?
-Al