Just a poem about a tree

A lonely tree sways in the breeze
Its red and orange leafs fall down
Unto the unadorned ground
Marking the first signs of spring
I walk slowly past that lonely tree
And look at the scarred trunk
I look at the words and markings
Cursing this world or showing teenage love
I watch the way the branch’s sway
How the leaves rustles in the wind
How peaceful the lonely tree is
Content, alone, and beautiful

Rhys
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