You became so enamored with my leaves.
You fell deep into the rough boughs,
spiraling up towards the heavens.
You loved the way I would cast my shade
during your times of hardship.
You would come and lay against my trunk,
and count the leaves as they protected you
from all that is wrong with this world.
I bore the weight of your insecurities,
your worries,
your fears,
as you would carve your memories
upon my bark.
But then Autumn came,
and you didn’t know what to do
without my leaves.

So you left.


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