The Misconceptions of Branches

A tree is the earth.
All twigs and branches.

They lead away and away.
And they are separate and alone.

They all are different.
But meet in the middle.

All twigs and branches,
When followed back,
Lead in and in,
To their branch,
To their trunks,
To their core,
To the same root.
The same ground.
The same dirt.

Twigs and branches are their own,
Blowing in the wind,
Growing the leaves and flowers of life.
All different colors,
Different life.

They separate and meet.
But are all the same.