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Lived here since I was a bud
Joy coursed through my veins, not blood
As I sprouted and I grew,
I saw the earth grow, and melt
Watched you plant seeds and garden,
Watched the plants grow and harden
Sometimes you were successful,
sometimes you reaped what you sowed.
And when the soil was gone
It was my branch you leaned on
Hard work has turned your thumb green
while I have lost the pigment.
Birds are flying south with bees
as I feel the cold and crease.
My stem has become fragile
I am going to fall, fall, fall
Like a leaf from a fall tree
Will you be there to catch me?
Or will you rake me away,
put me in a garbage bag
and throw me with the others?
I can no longer hover.
I am swaying back and forth,
feeling pressure from the wind.
As I drift into abyss,
I know it's you I will miss.
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