Adrift

Once the arm of a tree, by gale broken set free
Drifting on waves of the sea carried by currents I can not see
Exposed to wind and sun not knowing destination or origin 
Riding various storms, peeled by waves that appearance transforms
Dropping into troughs and riding crest, as an unnoticed guest 
Hollow and empty it floats, wearing seaweed coats
No one to care sink or not, a lone battle fought
Washed up on a distant shore, broken, beat and sore