A Tree
Life starts out so simple
As the flowers begin to bloom,
You see their vibrant colors
And, to you, there is no gloom.
The summer sun grows hotter
As you begin to sweat,
No one told you you’d be wishing
For a time the sun will set.
You begin to lose your color
You wonder when it left,
It’s hard to trust it’ll come back
When you blame it all on theft.
The nights drag out longer
As you reminisce the past,
You wish someone had told you
How life goes by so fast.
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