(06/24/2024)
In autumn when tree leaves are beautifully bright, they are praised for it.
In the winter the tree leaves gracefully fall to be covered in snow, leaving trees bare.
In spring the leaves are replaced, with more gorgeous ones growing, blooming, blossoming in their place.
In summer they stay the same.
What if I am like a leaf, so easily fallen and so easily replaced?
Except at my best moments I am not beautiful and bright, but diligent and dull.
I don't gracefully fall, I trip and tumble.
Being buried is not a natural thing for humans, It's unplanned.
What if when I'm buried I'll never get up?
I will stay buried, decompose and crumble.
I'll never "re-blossom,"
I'll stay pressed in the dirt, something for children to stomp on.
When spring comes I will be forgotten, leaving blissful peace.
I will be easily replaced,
Worth as much as a lost diamond in the ground, but no one is looking for me.
Fallen, buried, forgotten, replaced,
I follow this cycle for the remainder of my days.
A lost diamond of a person,
Only I know my true value, what I am worth.
I am slowly worn down beneath the weight of this frigid snow until I am worth nothing.
No one will go looking for nothing.
No one wants nothing.
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