A Broken Limb

It hangs broken and brown,
upside down amongst its breatheren.
It extended too far out into the street
and was struck by a vehicle

I don't know by what vehicle
or exacytly when it was broken.
Now when I look out my window
I see the stark contrast of life and death.

Perhaps that is why it bothers me so much!
It's a constant reminder of the fragile nature of life,
and how any of us fit into the green of life
but can ever so quickly become proof of death.

It passed from green to brown
without the beauty of fall to work its magic.
There was no red or yellow, no golden glow,
just brown death from shriveled leaves.

Did this limb realize its shared beauty,
did it accept its place in the great design?
Is it now missed bt its brothers and sisters?
Is the perfect fractal now broken as well?

Is death and dying just a division,
a matter of separation from birth and life?
How many times do we undergo division and separation
from those we are a part of and love?

What color do I reflect?
Am I bright green
a red or gold
or am I a lifeless brown?

AM I A BROKEN LIMB?

Can I be grafted back in?
Can I bear fruit again?
Can I offer shade for the weary?

The answer is yes and I will be!

a reply to: grayeagle

Very Nice Indeed! I Star and Flag This for it's Depth, and Beauty!!!

a reply to: grayeagle

Loved it! Beautiful and thought provoking.

Thank you SyxPak and Jennyfrenzy for your kind words. I am a fledgling writer sorting my way through language and grammar endeavoring to write about the oft overlooked experiences that make all of us human. Peace my friends.