The tree in my office window holds its dead leaves
Like cherished treasure it doesn't want to put down
Even though the leaves are stagnant, will not grow
The dichotomy of these leaves, so close to
Trees blossoming to life
Playing at a delicate balance, just to show
That life and death are always near
Choose to hold onto the past, dead leaves
Or blossom while letting go
© 2015 Deanna Repose Oaks
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