real poem: of trees and my life
Posted on September 16, 2009 by admin
Like trees and their wardrobes, as cold weather arrives,
So nothing remains,
Change touches our lives.
Spring’s gentle innocence, unexplored summer air,
Fall’s changing colors,
Winters cold and bare.
Like trees in a forest, Lives rub against our own,
Each life and each tree,
Stands where it was sown.
Leaves turn as seasons do, and close knit lives may change,
Brighter colors come,
We could not [...]
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