Another leaf falls from that weeping tree in our backyard
Slowly drifting to the ground in a
silent sadness that you can hear...
but only if you listen for it:
A faint echo of the birth, growth, and death of a branch.
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| birth of a branch (c. 2000) Another leaf falls from that weeping tree in our backyard Slowly drifting to the ground in a silent sadness that you can hear... but only if you listen for it: A faint echo of the birth, growth, and death of a branch. |
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