Trees
Their hands reach out
to my hair,
Keeping a strand so I
will forever be with them,
The wind carries it
away,
But will comeback
someday.
She willows cry when
I do,
They weep for my
sake.
The laves fall during
autumn,
They always will be
reborn,
But it still is sad,
For that we will see,
If you will see me,
Shedding tears for
thee.
They say not to cry,
For we will be green
again,
There is fall then
winter,
Then they comeback in
spring,
Only I know that the
truth,
They will die,
Be reborn,
And die and die
again.
I will not be sad,
For I will still see
the new leaves.
On the tree.
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