The howling fall wind brings new sin,
Death casts it shadow as winter soon begins.
We are trees and as we lose our leaves,
We wonder why we can’t be evergreens.
Our leaves are our goodness,
Now our leaves are gone,
Swept away by another fall wind’s song.
We try to catch them as they plummet to the ground,
But we don’t make a sound,
Our arms forever fixed,
We can’t bend them down.
We are held hostage by our collective conscious,
Because we constantly lie to ourselves,
Unable to be honest.
We are rooted to the earth,
Escaping only in decomposition,
To rot away is the future we envision.
There is no cure for our condition,
Though enlightenment is our mission.
We spread our seeds,
Not knowing what the future holds for our offspring,
Some of us will get our leaves back in the spring,
Yet another chance to pursue perfection,
Some won’t and fall victim to natural selection.
But before long the howling wind will return,
We’ll lose our leaves again,
Though some will burn,
One day we’ll gain our leaves and live in the eternal forest,
When time is stuck in a never-ending spring for us.

 
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