By the Branches

Like mistletoe to the bare oak
Like water to the leaking boat
Like air to the null vacuum
Like light to the dark room
Like grass to the open field
Like shark to the juicy seal
Like bee to the nectarous bloom
Like germ to the open wound
Like dirt to the clean shoe
Like heat to the exposed dew

There are sure things in life
Less you tried to break the ice
To stand I have to rise
But I'm holding by the branches
Holding by the weaken branches...

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