Saturday, March 25, 2006

Life Cycle

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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