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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.


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