The Branches Abide by Ivan Guerrero Najera

The Branches Abide

Massaged all the leaves
A dance understood
Woken by the breeze
To hear gratitude

The rain came to greet
With a thunderous pounding
A cloud of a million
Flooded the surrounding

The improvised currents
That went where they wished
They seeked and they found
Trickled through each niche

The rain left all soaked
Cleansed dirt dissipated
The earthworms provoked
The ground saturated

The roots satisfied
The moon left to wane
The branches abide
Right after the rain


by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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