The leaves open in the presence of the sun.
Folds in the presence of the moon.
The sun energize the leaves with its warm rays.
Kept it healthy and loved.
The moon tease the leaves with its cold beam.
It shies and hide away.
On long nights, the leaves hold on to how the sun will eventually rise and shroud the moon away.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
