There are leaves that fall,
I crush them with my feet,
They are dust now.
There are leaves that blow away,
I whistled them off,
They are nowhere to be found.
There are fruits that fall off
-from the weight of the seed,
Did I pluck them, did I not?
There are fruits that fell off
-from how big they were supposed to be,
was I the fruit, am I its fall?
The stars died
watching the waves dance all alone.
The earth forced the roots to pull to it.
The heir has it all-
the throne it wanted all along-
peace and gratitude-
Medicines but no will to cure-
the mellowest apple is the most rotten of the lot.
The wind still screeches as the candles are blown each year 'round,
the one who wants to wear the crown, bears the crown.
-S.S.
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