Trees

Trees sway in the wind, like moods sway throughout the course of a lifetime.
The wind causes scars and tears at the veins of the leaves, the scars like many humans get throughout their various relationships.
The sun fades the rich color of the leaves, like the richness of friendship fades over time.
The leaves fall off, and the tree becomes bare, waiting for a new beginning after surviving a long winter.
I let the scars deteriorate, and long for a new beginning. I, in all actuality, am identical to a tree. I AM this tree.






*AN ORIGINAL WORK*