Like a tree that just sprouted new leaves
The freshness makes you smile
Something like a new born child
But the weather changes, the baby grows, and the leaves
The leaves, they fall
They fall hard
They hit the ground below
They lay there with no importance
No one who cares
The child whose father leaves them
With no hesitation
They have no meaning and eventually they decompose
Returning to the soil where no one ever notices them
Just as if they were laying on the ground, meaningless
Like the child, now teen
Who drifts into the crowd
Where no one ever notices them
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