this poem was written by my "big brother" michael munnerlyn,
it's freakin brilliant,,
i mean just read it. haha
The leaves are falling
Far from the tree
the world is calling
for them to be free
the trees age is showing
slowly turning it grey
the wind is blowing
slowly pulling away
the trees seems reluctant
to let go of the leaves
the withering is constand
and sullenly it grieves
for when the tree was strong
in its younger days
the leaves wished to belong
and so they stayed
but now it is weak
it cant say no
the tears now leak
and time to let go
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