Shadowed tree branches reaching toward the light,
Dark branches engulfing the sky,
To find hope
To consume like a ravenous dog
As the fingered branches reach up
It shows our greed
As the fingered branches reach up
It speaks our desperate plea
Question is, when we reach what we grasp and seek
Will we cry
Or will we peak
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