Twigs

Twig by twig
It was as if each one couldn't be undone,
Or perhaps just a figment of my thoughts soon to come.
Twigs made of sunlight,
Except it was uncanny sunlight,
Made of dusty elements.
These elements were alive,
Made up of warp and time.
Estianally creating the space in between fickle atoms,
Which were in love,
When the sun raised,
Twigs would be in concert with gravity.
They would dance as if they we're following a trail,
Of letters, going over each one again and again to perfect they're order.