A poem on change, in light of the season.

Photo by: pan xiaozhen

Spoke to a tree

and it said to me:

“I’m worried that I’ve gone bad.

My leaves are looking awfully drab.

They are turning brown

and falling down.

What a horrible sight to see.”

Photo by: Annie Spratt

“Darling, no!

You are just ahead of your time.

The other trees will follow close behind.

Come this November,

you’ll hardly remember

feeling different at all.

This is just what happens in fall.

You’re a beautiful sight to me!”


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