Notice a dead leaf
It can crunch
But never squish
If ever even had a wish
A tree, I think it would
But then again
Chopped up as firewood…
Not as if it would have a better life.
For me…
It just burns longer as a tree
by Basjan Bernard
Notice a dead leaf
It can crunch
But never squish
If ever even had a wish
A tree, I think it would
But then again
Chopped up as firewood…
Not as if it would have a better life.
For me…
It just burns longer as a tree
by Basjan Bernard
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