Dead leaves fell like tears from a tree
Each leaf fell victim to grief
Abandoned by it’s furry beasts
Pity made them stay, burden made them leave.
When the dead leaves fell no more
The branches weren’t burdened at all
But still no sight of the beasts return
They found a Haven beneath a bush.
Beyond that bush some shadows dwellt
They danced with glee when the dead leaves fell.
Each branch so strong was suddenly bare
Trying to resist and almost failed
Grief had not touched them, such a relief
Instead the branches fell victim to embarrassment
Bending, bowing, tilting over
The weight of the world fell on this tree’s shoulders
Still abandoned, leaves blowing in the wind
You’re left with a crooked tree refusing to cave in.
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