summer time, green and fresh
clinging to your branch
high in the sky
breeze blows, rustles you
but you hang on
easily now

the wind blows colder now
and you’ve grown older,
frail now
clinging on in quiet desperation, struggling
live to cling, live to survive
friends drop off, last one left

icy cold gust
slices through you,
fall from your perch
gracefully now, without a care
accepting fate, rejecting hate
embrace what’s fair


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