What stories we could tell
Of life on the branch
When we were in full bloom
The sun was close
Our heads near the clouds
How good we looked
Flushed pink and radiant
Now the earth is closer
There is a different kind of warmth
I know of what I’m made
And the meaning of forever
Above me buds form
Full of promise
Grand-buds even
I almost hear them laughing
At least I think I know
Perhaps it is a memory
Making me smile