Forty-Three Branches Of One

A Tree Of Nine, Seven Are Four, Six In Unlife.
Still Strong, Standing Tall In The Sky.
The Breeze Sways With Ease, This Tree Yet Alive,
Little Leaves Of Spring Shine With Bright Green And Lime.
...
Outside Of My Door, Everything Is So Nice,
Though When You Ask How I Am, I Say That I'm Just Fine.
Because We Both Know That Its A Lie.
...
Simple Things In Life Are More Than Enough To Get Me By,
Like This Tree Outside My Door
Of Beauty, Strength, And Life.
But Sooner Or Later,
Like Me, Too,
Will Die.

[May 16, 2026]