Given in,
Given up.
The leaves sacrificed themselves for winter,
yet the trees didn't seem to give a ****.
The trees make letting things go so easy.
       If we were able to let things go and watch such things fall away from our branches and wither away and die into little colorful piles on the dirt, for colorful sticky little people to jump into and send flying into the air,
     we would have no "care".
               There would no loss, tears, Kurt Cobains or fears
               of losing the ones we love.
There wouldn't be Hallmark cards for issues.
Kleenex would stop making tissues
and start making plastic plants or cheap patio furniture.
Unfortunately, we are not trees.
We cannot let go of our leaves.

Humans have a great misconception that the earth was solely created for them

Its something different over the sea
And deep beneath the roots of the trees
Not a smell or current in the air waves
A feeling in your bones that cries
Everything that isn’t in your blood stream
The dream that hides under your bed
And the ghost that lives in the wall
You are a sense of clarity
And suddenly her face is changing
*~W.C.