It has something to say;
To a leaf-less tree it sways,
To sing its song and go rhyming on
To blossom once more and bring back spring along.
But the tree knows better
Its roots won’t grow any longer
So it’s just waiting for the time
To be six feet under ground.
Yet the earth holds it firm
Hoping to see it grow some fern
Waiting to see it flourish again
Waiting to feel its groove again.
But, hey, it knows
It is being eaten from inside,
So it smiles ever so slight
Awaiting for the end of its time.
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