RESISTANCE
When all winds blow
my eyes hide
in the shade
listening
waiting
for the right
moment
The bending branch
the pinnacle of torque
the peak of perfection
until it breaks
And joins the rest
the same size
the same colour
the same deathly breath
Facing the wind
back
between the trees
along the river
and
into the clouds
Until it spies
another
victim
If you enjoy this post please RESTEEM - UPVOTE - COMMENT - FOLLOW 
© Doghaus
16 January 2018
I own all rights to the text and image in this post.
Honestly,
Doghaus