The car drives slowly in the middle of the road,
as I gaze at the trees,
placed evenly on the side of the road.
The trees,
their branches adorned with green leaves,
full and healthy.
But it wasn't always like this.
The trees,
their branches empty,
alone and sad, hoping,
hoping for the days to pass.
The trees,
soon, the leaves turn old,
brown and yellow and red,
and drift to the ground.
I gaze at the trees,
remembering exactly when the trees changed,
and how the time passed.
The trees will continue to age and wither,
regardless if they want to or not;
but time,
time doesn't care;
because time waits for nothing.
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Poetry, Quotes, and Ramblings
PoetryA book where I upload my poetry, quotes, and some ramblings. Thanks to @AmberLJConard for the great cover! Rankings: #221 on 11/4/17 #350 on 11/24/17 #309 on 11/25/17 #308 on 11/26/17 #519 on 11/27/17 #359 on 11/29/17 #855 on 11/30/1...
