From Branches to Roots

The branches seek new heights. They stretch out farther than imaginable and attempt to cradle the sun, but they forget about their leaves. They are careless. So eager to clench Heaven's light, they dismiss the certainty to catch aflame. Their fingers burn. Their wrists recoil. Their hands decay. Their arms whither to the root of it; all the way down to the smoldering core that rose them from nothing. From wood to ash. From high-rise to base. From beings to soil. That is how the world changes. That is how it also stays the same.

- afm