The brain is the trunk
attached to the roots
twisted and gnarled
misshapen, now loose

The branches are nerves
thin and spread out
touching the air
feeling with doubt

The leaves are what grow
from your hopes and your dreams
but when there’s no rain
no growth can be seen

The branches turn dry
and brittle and black
The tree, it dies slowly
there’s no turning back

(Photo taken 3/28/2015.)

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