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More and more every day;
The branches start to sway;
The wind is bitter, the world cool;
It blows the tree and the leaves pool;
The colorful leaves fall one by one,
Stripping the tree 'till it's done;
It takes away the colorful beauty
Of the tree that once was
Because now it lay on the forest floor;
It died lonely and alone it swore;
But only too late did it see
The leaves from all the other trees
Meant as a metaphor for depression and how it eats away at someone, but they aren't alone. The tree died thinking it was alone but just before it completely died, it saw the leaves from the rest of the forest and knew it wasn't the only one. Also fitting because it's now fall in the northern hemisphere. From the following ChatGPT prompt: Write a poem about a quiet moment where you observe something small in nature—a leaf falling, a spider weaving its web, or a bird pausing on a branch. Reflect on how this simple act mirrors a feeling or memory from your own life.
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PoetryPoems. Literally poems. Don't question the title. Honestly, I don't even know anymore. It's 11:55 p.m., I don't know what I'm doing. Okay, a sensible description! Let's go! I enjoy poetry, so here's a book of it! This is pretty much a subcategory o...
