seasons poem
The leaves of the trees are red
After all is said
A lot of the leaves fall
But they cant call
They hit the ground and just lay
All they can do is pray
In the end they end up under the snow
They just want to find their bro
The snow melts and the leaves end up wet
The leaves are full of regret
Somehow the leaves end up in the grass
But they decompose and pass
Copyright © colton crum | Year Posted 2024
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