The green in the leaf dissolves once more
The skeleton concaves and pulls itself apart
Hidden in the tree is a forgotten name
Carved into me and burnt in the dark
The seasons change and come again
Life without bones to grind and shatter
As peace is rare, so unlike pain
Rain crashes down and each drop splatters
But
Once again the branches break
Given time, I will not grow
Like brittle frost, or tired men
A tree is dying in the snow
After all of this time
When the trees all fall
I will not be crying
No, not anymore
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
The green in the leaf dissolves once more
The skeleton concaves and pulls itself apart
Hidden in the tree is a forgotten name
Carved into me and burnt in the dark
The seasons change and come again
Life without bones to grind and shatter
As peace is rare, so unlike pain
Rain crashes down and each drop splatters
But
Once again the branches break
Given time, I will not grow
Like brittle frost, or tired men
A tree is dying in the snow
After all of this time
When the trees all fall
I will not be crying
No, not anymore
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