deep rooted beliefs
long harbored for centuries
need now laid to rest
it's been said before
deafened ears failed to respond
will it be the same
Do trees grieve lost leaves?
Old friends gone, will new emerge?
Bare in winter's gale.
many grieve lost leaves
leaves will come and then will go
friends are forever
we cherish those left
value each day as if last
thank friends being there
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