Chapter 4 - Trees

Life is like trees.

They shed our leaves,

while we shed our tears.


We are all going to die some day.

We're just waiting for it to happen.

We'll all wither up and crumble.

We'll die someday,

shedding our leaves.

We'll wither and crumble someday,

shedding our tears.

 

 

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A poem I wrote while waiting for my dad to pick me up from a rehersal at my school.

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