This Lonely Limb

This lonely limb where we now cling,
Disregarding mortal things:
This lonely limb where bluejays sang,
Shall be the place where we shall hang.

This lonely limb, where we now crawl:
Our whole world, lest we should fall.
This lonely limb, once green with leaf,
Now desolate, bare, just filled with grief.

This lonely limb, where we all once ate,
Now lies still, resigned to fate.
This lonely limb, where bonds we make,
Shall be our beds when sleep we take.

This lonely limb, where our forms lie still,
Our place of joy when awaken we will.
This lonely limb, once all the world,
Will be our past, our wings unfurled.

This lonely limb, where we bid adieu,
Shall reunite us, friends strong and true.
This lonely limb, where we shall grieve,
Will still remain though we should leave.

Fluttering off from home, our source,
We all depart, along our course.
Exploring further our new world’s rim,
Do not forget this: our lonely limb.

This poem was written/submitted by Matt.