In a world gone awry
Yet burgeoning
With the potential
For growth and new life
He clung to the old ways
Like a dead leaf
To a broken stem
On a barren tree
In the dead of winter
Yet burgeoning
With the potential
For growth and new life
He clung to the old ways
Like a dead leaf
To a broken stem
On a barren tree
In the dead of winter
He lived
In oblivion
Surrounded by
Possibility