Life is a fair tree
Some green leaves will know
Some brown will fall, but
The earth will hold the trunk like home
Can I live my life now
Now that it seems so apt
To start, growing out of moss,
Entrenched touches, no holds barred
Like the tidings of a walk
One life, let this be the only one
No matter what, from here
I can see, that no light can
Like the musings of a wish
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