The Broken Tree Branch

The sun shone through the tree,

In my backyard.

Painting the dull branches golden,

Fooling the greedy.

The tree though dusty,

Still held life.

But what stood out the most to me,

Was a branch hanging by a thread.

Duller than the rest of the tree,

It still held on.

I could see buds blooming,

Telling me it's true.

Hope still lives on,

Even for a little tree branch.

A little string of hope,

Is all one needs to move on.

You can do it, keep moving forward!

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Hello lovely readers!

I'm sorry I wasn't able to get any poetry down for a while. You see, because of the lockdown, my main source of inspiration was cut off from me.

But who knew the next poem was waiting for me in my backyard, right?