Finger Turning Thorn Poem by Gil Gregorio

Way up in the skyline
a star swarmed its unending tow;
as a finger point above it
roots were anchored beneath.
muddy earth's braze a citadel
joyfully crumbles its leaf,
while branches of a tree
line their way up in glide;
the air's willfully cling a shy
unto its awkward trance.
Pulled by its untamed bushes
ensnared the dance bit by bit;
now I know the sky immerse
by a kiss on the ground;
the melody's forgotten song
try to wiggle the ring
on a finger turning thorn...
but the pain is laid in still
comforting the loner's will
by and by, all's gone dry.