The Twisted Twig

Woven and curly like tender braids,

Sprung from a single stalk,

Split into slender wands

It dribbles and sways across wandering branches

To ease the slender stems of their burden,

It clasps the nodes that bears the leaves,

Holding cool little creatures in shade

While cradling swelling belly of fruits

Still it rises and gently yields,

Standing firm as fruits wrestle with weather

Guarded through seasons of waiting

Until harvest comes crowned with victory.

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