Your branches grow in every which way
A limb here, a leaf there
Seemingly at random without rhyme or reason
But if you stand perfectly still
From this spot amongst the sycamores
In the dead of day, with the sun hanging from the top of the sky
Like how I am right now
It will all come together
And you too will see the order in the chaos
You will see the message god left for you too
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