Sitting in this
dying tree
wondering; should
I just let
you be, like she
has done with me?
When she said she
had to go
was that the last
that I should
know? Then, I get
a shiver, when
wintry skies dim
with snowfall
winding it’s way
down the glen
I feel the fall
This tree; once, so tall
No need to wrap it up
shouldn’t hide it ‘neath the tree
it’s much too special for that
anyone would have to agree
it’s okay to be seen; also heard
the perfect fit, just like a glove
the only cost a willing heart
to give the world, the gift of love
I’m waiting for you
beneath the tree, in a chair
change everything if you dare
colors; the feel of the air
Oh, a leaf fell in my hair
Hurry back to me
spread your breeze across my skin
rustle trees and then
teach the leaves to dance again
I’ve missed you so, my dear friend
As nightfall begins
I always pray it won’t break
since dawn does each day
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Leaves fall from the tree
but they always land softly
then wind picks them up
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The wind is so cool
never does he put on airs
it’s just who he is
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Heartspell 