Literature
Branches of thoughts
In the garden of the mind, where thoughts take flight, Branches of thought reach for the azure sky, Twisting, turning, in the soft moonlight, They dance and sway, never asking why. Each branch a path to a world unseen, Where dreams and memories intertwine, In the quiet depths, where shadows convene, Whispers of wisdom, ancient and fine. Some branches bear the weight of sorrow, Bowed low with burdens too heavy to bear, While others bloom with hope for tomorrow, Stretching towards the sun without a care. Oh, the branches of thought, how they grow, Through the seasons of joy and pain, They weave a tapestry, a tale to bestow, A symphony of the heart's refrain. So let us tend to this garden within, Nurture each branch with tender care, For in the branches of thought, we begin, To find the essence of who we are.