Leaves alone the Earth to bare
As they fall here and fall there
Housing themselves the lost anew
To become part of the lathered dew
Wishing to be set on their own
Painting below together and alone
As parted company from their home
Stretch above immobile to roam
What would you say to thee?
Of why and how the journey be
Tossing the way the world forgave
Creating life’s colorful grave
To die or live we know not of
As we perceive only that home be above
An intruder to soil from the eye
But not mine that would pass on by
Only to notice mothers naked reproach
With bare arms of hope for you to roast
But kept with tree the knowledge of the past
That when it was the world did last
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