Parkside wakes

Then it reached across the limelight,
a branch that was about to loosen.
Morning was the most earnest of times
for the destiny of the all-seeing tree,
also for her to ponder in, a quietening
pause away from the family’s unmade beds
that would have to be changed much later.
Leaves overhead, breathed in rustles
to answer herself as she walked parkside.
Many times the way had been an ease
to a shortcut straight into her beliefs,
an abandon that was beyond ten minutes
makeup, to leave behind those lifelong habits.
Nobody saw her here at this time, she knew
it was what the fond tree needed to spring
growth before the bustle ready to come.
Although it was failing, the limb clung on
with the support of the surrounding life.
While she walked past, she smiled outwards,
winked at the wildlife of her emerald years.