Poem

Therefore, Leave

l(a doesn’t break, but the end is near
Sooner or later we’ll fall from a tree
Three days transform into three lifetimes, dear
Every departure comes with cost, but we’ll be free.
Branching out requires letting go to begin,
A foundation without roots rustles the leaves
The weather speaks, whispering with the wind
Nakedness covers more than winter achieves.
The rings that matter are measured from inside,
They multiply aside from year to year,
The bark hardens as the covenant stretches wide,
Today, the barren forest, makes it clear.
Therefore, the vows are rooted in arbored glee,
Cleaving is a verb fulfilled with thee.

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