Alone, by Aaron Speca (posted with permission)



Summer is my day, winter is my night
My days have been countless
The seeds form on my branches
And I nurture them, protecting them but …
Eventually they all fall
Some leap off before they are ready
Some are torn away by a harsh maelstrom
But the rest I have to shake off myself
They all vanish into the tall weeds
And I must wait until tomorrow
To see if any of them re-emerge
So I will no longer be




Image credit: Lone Tree: hotblack at (used under license)

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