Poem: Postcard from the Future

Over a year has passed,
Four seasons flew by fast

During last fall,
I imagined myself soon standing tall
During this fall,
I feel like the smallest of all

The leaves –
They come and go
Soon, it will begin to snow

But I –
I am still here and I am here still;
Despite the spring I am living,
My green leaves are falling.

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