At times, I see things,
Maybe a leaf that dried up
And fell down
to mark its death.
At times, I wonder at those things,
Is there a life,
After this death?
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The leaf will fly.
And no one will cry,
Cuz' one day the soil will take it in,
And grow into a tree again.
Maybe this is, life after that death.
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Maybe, death is not to fear,
Everyone that once left you,
Has experienced what came near,
Is it cruel or it good?
Depends on everything they did,
Before they dried, and before they fell,
When they were fit on the tree.
Chooses if death makes them free.
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And the tree that grew,
has the leaf in it.
like a life that came,
When death took place.
-Min Hanna
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