Sunday, December 28, 2014

the naked branches of the trees

The naked branches of the trees
The dewdrops slowly floating to the ground
Of the carpeted leaves and roots
The welcoming sign of the cycle

The hard wind hitting in the air
Bending the naked branches whispering sound
The leaves get frightened and fall
Dancing in the air thinking they are free

In reality the leaves have to die
Wither on the carpeted ground its final countdown
There is no goodbye only the sacrifice
In time it turns brownish withered and crumbled

The rain will hiss its way
Telling the leaves don't have to worry
You are the nutrients for others to live
You are the hero making the sacrifice”

The naked branches looked around
What will happen when the sun hit us soon?
Our leaves have gone leaving us to fend ourselves
Will we fall to the ground and be forgotten?”

The wind rattle at the naked branches
You will stay around for a while
You don't have to worry about the fall
The time is still a long way to go”

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