The leaves wave
The wind rustling through
Shaking it softly
The power of soft words
There is no need to shout
There is a need to share
Compassion and understanding
Of a time of demons act of
play
The branches can bend
Reaching out to its world
Nothing is impossible
When true grit makes it
through
The leaves may fall
Leaving its comfort zone
Floating away to provide
Nourishment to survive
Don't let regrets play
Into the head and feel
dismay
The paragraph of life
It is page and spacing
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