Dead Branch Poem by Esther Moe

I saw a dead branch hanging from my tree
It got me to thinking what if that were me

It must have died from the storm that came
Hanging there playing the waiting game

It couldn't withstand the winds that were blowing
Now its crunchy brown leaves are all that is showing

Still attached to the tree though it has died
Longing for the green leaves it once supplied

What would I do if that were me?
Fall and lie there or hang on to that tree?

If the tree cuts me off, I have no choice
My leaves are dead. I have no voice.

Though I dangle there, the tree won't let go
It holds on to me even if I don't grow

Lord let me be full of life and live for your glory
Before I cease and that be the end of my story