By Maria Okumura
When the leaves fall from the trees
do you think that they cry?
The tree see's
and knows the leaves will probably die.
Every fall they watch and wait
as their children fall away,
They stand in their empty and naked state
and the world turns bleak and grey.
Do they miss the leaves?
like dangerous thieves
our heart was their plunder.
The leaves run away and leave us bare
Do they even care?