Your Actions Taught Me More Than Your Words
Crumpled and torn away from these branches
These feelings have began to fall this fall
Once a bright summer green became ashes
You were once a maple tree oh so tall
Seasons change, just like our emotions fade
Smaller and smaller you started to be
Mess and less promises of plenty made
Was your sweet syrup made from using me?
Like the wind whist’ling tunes, you chimed away
No longer did your clever words hold reign
After fall, comes the cleansing like new days
It’s better to feel numb that to feel pain
Snow lightly covered the path to your tree
You are now just a distant memory