Leaves are falling
Swirling gracefully
To the ground
The trees have no say
In the matter
They sadly watch
Their children
Leave and start
A new life
Of their own
The tress have the
Wisdom not to cry
And waste spiteful
Words on anger
That won’t help a thing
They watch their
Children as one by
One they drop away
Soaring by
Watch with wisdom
Secure in the knowledge
That this is the way of things
They smile now
No use crying
They have all winter
To mourn
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