I watch the leaves fall from a tree
And I guess it makes me think of me
The falling leaves represent how I've came to be
First holding on to that strong, sturdy tree
But now like me, it flies in the wind free
Waiting for its future, its destiny
And like that leaf, I hope it comes to me
Like some kind of dream or epiphany
And maybe my life will catch up to me
And even though I fall, maybe I'll end up where I'm meant to be
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
