leaves fall off trees
they hang on branches
they fall upon the wretched
just as they do
when you cut a tree
it doesn't seems so bad
but it's the aftermath that's the worst
when the sound drowns out
that's the worst part
of the fall
but once the job's done
the light shines through
but it's still there.
save me.
— there is a deeper meaning to the poem itself and i could add extra chapters if you all would want me to explain it, but that's it for now.
