Red dirt, thick as clay, embedded in my nails
And the blues of my eyes are clouded gray with tears
Water colored golden leaves change their minds to orange
Only to fall to the ground, to change their minds to brown
And my branches are brittle because you drank the last drop
And my branches are brittle because you drank the last drop
But the earth is still mud beneath my toes
The earth is still mud between my toes
Then all of a sudden, the ground starts to harden
My legs firmly planted like trunks of a tree
Tiny birds gather and hover and wonder about my limbs
Full of life, full of love, but incased in thick black bark
Incased in thick black bark
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