The Life of the Fallen

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The leaves fall like rain

But only the crinkling, dying, dried up ones

They fall from heights that would break our bones

And land gently amongst others of their kind

 

The rest form a canopy of green above our heads

Whole and beaming with life to the fullest

They're strong and wide and filled with brightness

And stuck together they'll be

 

They clump together in their own little groups

And let the weak ones fall off

It's survival of the fittest here

Only the strongest can stay up top

 

The big guys mock the Fallen

Crumpled, ripped, and beaten

But they cling to the branches on which they sit

Because they know their time to die might be coming

 

They see the Fallen as broken and defeated

They think they've got the best

They don't know what it's like to be Fallen

They think of it as death

 

The Fallen know the secret though

They look above with pity

To know the life of fear they lived

And that it was all for nothing

 

The Fallen know that freedom comes

And falling is more like flying

The ground they land on is soft cushion

Like the comfort of knowing no fear

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