Autumn Never Dies

The leaves are falling,
A time of beauty to most.
But all I can see
Is what the leaves left behind:
A tree full of empty branches,
Stuck living with nothing,
Alive but not living.
This is me.
Walking through life with bare branches,
With no thoughts or feelings.
Feeling dead but alive in nature.
Stuck, alone, dormant.
But, just like the trees,
Something brings me back to life.
You could say my heart is the tree,
And love is my spring,
Making smiles bloom like flowers,
And my mind buzz like bees.
I am the lucky one though;
The trees will return to lifelessness,
While I remain full of color,
My leaves never again falling,
Always living the way,
Trees wish they could.

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