Falling From Me
By Dawn Reid
O leaves that fall from our tree.
Staying one more week, frozen in time and frost.
Your peak is pretty as can be,
But in the wind and fluttering you are lost.
To my little ones I request the same,
Stay for me, young and innocent a little longer.
Alas they do not listen either,
Growing always older and taller.
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