The tree flourishes
Growing beautifully
With leaves so green
And trunk so sturdy
Yet like many
Through time
It withers
It fades
Every leaf that falls
Caressed by the wind
Turning round and round
Until it reaches the ground
Each one signifies something
Up to the last leaf
It gives a part of itself
Just like a teardrop
written: March 22, 2006
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