Do the Trees All Weep

The leaves are not a garment
To simply adorn the trees
They’re more like little starlets
In a vast galaxy

They are the first inkling
Of the impending spring
The rustling and the wrinkling
In the shade of summer’s fling

They are bright declaration
The splendor of their kind
And when they finally fall
They’re here just to remind

There is no start or end
Simply waking and then sleep
I still can’t help but wonder
When the leaves and lives are lost
Do the trees all weep





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