Contemplation
I looked outside my window,
just the other day
As I watched the old trees leaves,
they slowly fell away
As slowly one by one did fall
With no pain, no hurt at all
Just the whispers of the trees
That still had all their leaves
What a lovely thing to see, if only I was that very tree.
Copyright © Mockingbird Stevenson | Year Posted 2015
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