During the time I had,
I sat beneath a tree.
Even though I was always sad,
The comfort of the tree made me feel free.
The dark would come and I would have to go.
I would go back in the morning sun,
To feel free and remember what I know.
But why mus' I leave?
There's no need to leave this tree.
I left for good.
Goodbye autumn leaves.
It's almost like being conjoined and then ripped part,
For I loved this tree from the start.
Copyright © Mystic Writes | Year Posted 2019
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