Withered leaf looked at the tree...
Asked, why did you let me free.
Tree replied, it's time to move on...
Wait, leaf said, but I want to hold on.
The harsh wind will blow me around... The unknown dark streets will hound.
You held me in the comfort of your arms, so I gleam...
It was you, who decided to protect my sheen.
Why to leave me now when I was all yours...
I always followed life through your eyes and spoors.
For me, the happiness of rain was you, not the water pouring...
With you, the shadows made meaning, despite the sun goring.
Pleading leaf saw the mum tree and let it free...
Why to hold on someone who puts you over your knee...
Life is beautiful, move on and let it be...
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