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[bus_leaves_now]

this tree is a metaphor of me.
broken limbs and falling leaves.
when the storm comes,
it stands tall, fearing lightning
because it can't stand to leave behind the rain.
under the bark are changing rings
to show that it's so much older,
but it's still always just as weak.
and when the tiny branches break and leak,
the sunlight comes to fill the hopeful shade
that attracts the girls and boys
that make this tree smile with their gentle noise.
and every day the tree remembers it just has to breathe
because the boys and girls can't breathe without the trees.