Does a tree greave it leaves?
Wish to hold tightly to what was once a part of them,
No more than bones without out them one day,
but now freely given away?
Don’t you ever miss what you grew out of?
Dose a tree ever feel leaves fall a little to fast?
Looking back wasn’t childness a fine garment?
enercence and conference so rare
Why are the wrong things often so freely given away?
You can’t tell me you don’t wish to savour spring leaves.
Before the deauty of autumn,
Change scars the bravest.
God may of intended it, may be our biggest blessing
But truth is even trees grave their leaves
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