Mosaics of broken new hope.
A shard collection that stems
further than growth.
I can't mesh two of anything,
Save the content and a label known.

Ring bark your new beginnings.
A tree of life that wilts
under overpruning.
Arnica for mental wellbeing,
Sucked through a steel pipe and held back.

Lead, Lead.

I'll second wind the plan that
aged gracefully.
I'll second wind their train of thought
and segregate what's ours but taken.
I'm following suit, a sane choice with
no direction but your own.
And saved for medicinal purposes only.
It's my lead.
To segregate what's ours but taken.
To segregate what's ours
and we're taking back.