Surrounded by beauty
A world of orange, yellow, and red
I want to join the other trees
But I'm stuck inside my head
I can feel the change inside
My leaves are falling off
This fresh air turns me cold
While the wind around me scoffs
Frost might sparkle on bare branches
But it won't attract the birds
So i turn back to faithful paper
And struggle to find the words
Grey skies cleanse their tired earth
So when it pours it rains
Weeping willows collect the ink
That runs throughout their veins
The sap that tells a story
Of the Great Mother's trials
Flowing through Akashic records
To find the karmic files
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