The sound of leaves rustling in the breeze
Blown away into the distance
Stripping the trees bare
Leaving a land that is desolate
Dry as a desert
Roots of the trees
Have no water to quench the thirst
As the bark of a tree
Turns into a rustic brown
Rough and tough
Like dried leather
My body sinks into oblivion
Trying to calm the deep turbulence
Within a spirit so down trodden
Emotions so disturbed
They become a simple madness
In a whirlwind of panic
As the leaves slowly fall
The trees have nothing to hold on with
Feels like clawing on a raw wound
Of a tree that has been cut down
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