Poem Day 1

In an effort to be more creative I'm going to try and write more this year. Here we go.

Her branches extend towards the sea
the wind does not forget
in every hour there are times
that haven't happened yet

The mist erupts in vibrant color
Spoils of passing tides
her branches struggle onward
right before his eyes

Torn between the waiting
and what was done before
her branches dip into the sea
For they can grow no more