Leaving
I sit alone and watch as bare branches sway
this way and that in a light autumn breeze
birds still sing their goodbyes high in the trees
I ask myself shall I ever come this way again
as I stand and reluctantly walk down the lane
one last glance before I leave and I turn to see
a scene beautiful and so familiar to me
Soon, high in the sky I fly away
hoping, praying I shall return someday.
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