I look out of my window at the leaves
gently bobbing away ,swaying
timeless it seems ,yet I know
It takes but a gust of wind to blow it away.
The branches will still stare back,
long after the leaves have fallen to the ground.
Winter will come,and then another spring
New leaves will come with it the fruits and leaves
but the trunk ,the trunk will quietly add rings to its width.
It will build a home for someone else perhaps in another generation.
You mattered.
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