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What The Trees Teach {Poem}



When the days grow cold

and the woods

wear the colors

of the sun,


I envy the way

the trees silently

set free their leaves

into the autumn wind.


In my grief, I have carried the dead

and dying leaves of seasons long gone.


Let this be the day

I open my palms

and let them fall.


Let me learn the lesson

the trees quietly teach:

everything we’ve lost

was not meant for us to keep.