The Branch


Fall, fly, flutter, and free,
Flung from the firmament we flee.
Forest foliage filling with fragile flakes,
Flocking to fortify the branch we forsake
*eeeeeeeeEEERRRrrrrrrrrrr*


Grand, glare, gleam, and glitter,
Gravity guides our gallivanting gust to garner greater.
Gently glistening like gems in the morning glow,
Gifting great Gaea our grace as our gathering grows.
*grrrrrrrroooOOOoooaaaan*


Desired by the dissatisfied dauber and the drowsy dreamer,
Dancing delicately in descent designs a delightful demeanor.
Dedicated dropping deluges the dermis with dress,
Dormancy delivers double the distress.

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Returned to the Earth with a splintered branch below,
We countinue to amass a pile tall with snow.