The leaves are trembling on the trees,
in the wake of a summer breeze.
Grasshoppers leap upon the lawn,
and the moon departs at dawn.
Everything just carries on,
unaware that you have gone.

But I am sentient through and through—
as the red begonias bloom.

The leaves have fallen from the trees,
lifted by an Autumn breeze.
As sure as spring melts winter’s freeze,
there's not one thing that nature grieves.
Everything just carries on,
unaware that you have gone.

But I am sentient through and through—
and like a dead begonia droop.

09/14/2021

Posted on 09/14/2021
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