Fear of Failure

As the branches sing above.

A noble thought to taking this as it were given…

To praise all the intricate notions we did not speak.

Timing, always fit to be tied.

And,

there is not a reason for Mother Nature to lie.

It is contagious…how I fear the falling

Candor in blankets of white release.

It is distinctive how I run from failure.

And,

there is no need for Mother to hold my hand.

Coming around again,

I will be behind a crooked bend.