The Last Autumn Tree
By Lord R.e. Taylor
Autumn is half over
Less sun and cool weather
Tree after tree fall asleep
Dropping their leaves
As the fall into a deep sleep
Yet one refuses its fate
Leaves cling to their branches
Fighting as hard as it can
It becomes a temple of red and gold
Remaining until the first snow falls
When sleep overtakes it
And it becomes like the others
Waiting for spring to return
When life begins again
© Poem – X/XXVIII/MMXXI
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