My Life Like the Autumn Tree

My life like the autumn TREE! Share that i can not, a leaf of my life's page. It seems like a wilted flower, trying not to let the dry dew seem like pathos. The root is fresh and strong signifying hope, one of the branches of the tree is like the quilt of dry leaves waiting to fall onto the soul that needs dusting so that the newer ones replace the dull lost memories. Shaking these dry shriveled leaves i try to erase the unimportant/unwanted memories, trying to replace them with fresher more meaningful reminders. Perhaps like the tree gives shade, My life too can give another a share of some happiness. I muse at how my life seems – like the autumn TREE!