Branches

The branches are silver, it’s winter forever, I climb to the top but there’s nothing to see.

The rings bound inside you, tell a thousand stories, the tales are locked inside now, not a soul to hear.

When the seed hit the ground, you grew up strong, the roots went down deep, deep, into the dirt.

You can’t bury your head, it’s not who you are, but you managed to bury one branch, what a sad thing, unfortunate.

Not of choice, not of will, but a freak situation. Gone forever but yet you still stand up tall.

I love you. I love you. I love you so much, yet, I can’t stand to say it. None of us ever say it?

Why. Why. Why. Is it. So… difficult to say?

We just know

It’s there.

We just know.

Why. Why. Why. Is it. So… difficult to say?

I love you. I love you. I love you so much

The branches are silver, it’s winter forever, I climb to the top but there’s nothing to see.