Green
My memories of you are like the trees
Roots planted deep in the ground of my mind
Your branches, intertwined with every passing thought
The leaves of our past fall away subtly
It is winter now and you are a stranger again
But I think back to the kiss, the seed that planted this
Sometimes I wish to burn a thousand forests
Rather than to hear anyone sway in the wind the way you did
But I appreciate the colors you once showed me
When the weather was still warm
The oxygen you provided was all I will ever need
To sit beneath your shade for even a short time
Was all the nature I needed to embrace
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