slice
Over in an instant
History stopped, or has it?
Layers of life compos-it
New birth, reformed, now alive
Not stopping, but diverted, ready to revive
Micro, macro all forms of life
Secretly growing, very much rife
ripple
I’m very much a ripple
Do you fancy a tipple?
Riding on my crest of time
I’m very much a ripple
Perhaps a little brittle
Just passing through, oh
what a crime!
I’m very much a ripple
It’s starting to drizzle
Will you share mine?
I’m very much a ripple
I’m starting to dribble
Just a little speck in time
falling
Falling over
And over, again
It never ceases, to refrain
Falling over
And over, toward doubt
Its life is a series of knockouts
broken
I am broken, but still very much alive
I might be stunted, but I am striving to survive
Limbs might have fallen, my clothes are now strewn about
But I am still mighty, majestic and stout
I’m not broken, I’ve just reached out
I might have stepped back, but there is no doubt
I am very much moving forward, with lots of drive
Limbs are regrowing, branches and buds very much alive
rings
Rings of life recorded for prosperity
The rings add up giving greater clarity
Good years, bad years, years of plenty and years of strife
The rings within me record my life
life
What do you see?
Crawling across my tree
New or old?
Is it life, or just a fold?
There is something there
A glimpse to share
We are all looking
But what do you see?
delta
Ever flowing, never blowing
Spilling over, like a stover
Pushing onward, not being awkward
Exploding out, without a shout
Expanding, reforming, without a warning
Forming a new lease of life
stump
“It’s the end of the line” they said
No more. Cut. No less. Bled.
But life continues, its not taken for dead
Live with me. Now. Grow like a tree. How?