Poetry Blog #1

The Branch will Break, Hence Let go.

Where the current rushes without end,

a tree stands firm. Rooted in stones of granite and lime

Its branches stretch wide, beyond the refuge.

Beneath the tree's shade, a gentle pause—

a break in the ruthless gait of rapids.

Here, the water moves softly,

Though the current's pull is fierce,

the tree remains, an anchor amidst the torrent.