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The Oak tree in autumn A tall mother with many sons Swaying gently in the breeze She drops her children without a care, Hitting their heads on the cold hard ground. The mother starts turning red, A final notion before death. Her children watch from the cold hard ground Wondering why she dropped them. The wind howls like a dog gone mad, Waiting for the cold-hearted snow to emerge. The children follow in rampage seeking revenge On their absent mother. The mother slowly withers away Wishing her children would understand, When the wind scratches mother gets weary, She must lower her kids to the cold hard ground. The mother slowly closes her eyes, As her children are swept away by the gale, And the wind howls like a dog gone mad And air begins to shiver.
Sycamore leaves rain Over my car As I pull onto my street The lighting is uneven Bleeding through Holes in the clouds and the branches Mottled leaves fly up my windshield like snowflakes When I park I open the door and stay sitting So I can have a moment To feel and hear the wind