Autumn is when <br />thy leaves f <br /> a <br /> l <br /> l <br /> <br /> a <br /> w <br /> a <br /> y <br /> <br />from thee <br /> <br />their mother. <br /> <br />does thee miss thy children? <br />or does thee <br /> embrace their loss <br />like that of a dying person <br /> <br />who embraces <br /> Death?<br /><br />Perfection Is Flawed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-tree/
