yayness

there is a tree that stands big and tall and deep in the city
far from the rest of the living
and when the wind blows
its little leaves come raining down
like little tear drops
and the others everyday cry out
saying won't you come back
when will it be

But the little green leaf on the branch is fading
and one day she too will fall
brown and plummeting and splashing
upon the earth

Yet for now she clings
knowing it matters not
how fast she falls
but how long she lasts
in the city
upon the branches
there will be five leaves
then four
then three
then two
then one
then

// finally a piece written this year. about the big tree outside rj D: oh but welcome back bing!!