What is a broken branch if not mended right away? Would You Not Take it up; to see if you were able to fix it some way? It is only a broken branch, per-chance for a dog to play, or is it the heart of nature struggling to live, just for one more day? For Is This Not You and I, to struggle in everything we do? If left to its own the branch would fade, never to have made a grave in any place. So Sad Though It Be, this infinite scene erasing its touch! Only For Us! Now Tell Me True, How Alive Do I Mean? To a Tree Once Gloried, now but destroyed by callus and clumsy waves. All alone, nobody home. Call on me? Love On Me, Pray With Me, That Tomorrow Will Bring a new field of flowers, in the center of a forest, where the trees are all fellows; Alive In Serenity, Filled Humanity! For You Did Save The Branch That Became All Of This! God Bless You!
