The Trees

The trees were heavy.
The season’s change
shows one thousand droplets
all rolling down
filling empty paper cups
with the meaning of life.

I caught a leaf in my hand like led,
engraved with gold
it pulled me and tomorrow won
a tug-of-war ended now
with the heavy trees
lending their souls.

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