Swinging Branch

I think this is a poem, at least I hope I haven't mislabeled it. I wrote this at 11:50 pm one night, when I was unable to sleep.

I've never truly appreciated the stars as I should.

They're beautiful.

Hauntingly beautiful.

There's this tree, right outside the front door.

Huge, with no leaves.

And it has this branch,

this branch that sways and creeks in the wind.

And you know it's going to fall.

It's inevitable.

But, you don't know when.

It's this waiting game.

This beautiful waiting game.

Against the night sky full of stars,

this tree sits, 

with one lonely branch swaying in the wind. 

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

The image I got was of the branch swaying to get a better look at the stars....and yet by swaying it was doomed to fall.

[Misery]

It has to be a poem, it's poetic. Nicely done, poet.