Many leaves have fallen
Where we live here on the wood
It seems those leaves are calling
We would answer them if we could.
For we are like those leaves
That wither and they die
Our lives can be compared to seeds
We are mortal you and I.
We all are like the seasons
They come and then they go
Then there are many reasons
One day we all will know.
There really are many mysterious
Some strange some weard some good
Within this small community
Called the woodland Neighbourhood.
So let us all remember
When we see those fallen leaves
From spring until September
The answers are within the trees.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
Many leaves have fallen
Where we live here on the wood
It seems those leaves are calling
We would answer them if we could.
For we are like those leaves
That wither and they die
Our lives can be compared to seeds
We are mortal you and I.
We all are like the seasons
They come and then they go
Then there are many reasons
One day we all will know.
There really are many mysterious
Some strange some weard some good
Within this small community
Called the woodland Neighbourhood.
So let us all remember
When we see those fallen leaves
From spring until September
The answers are within the trees.
We live on a place called the wood
Surrounded by trees and birds of every kind.
This is a metaphorical poem and somewhat symbolic.
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