There are people missing
I cannot see
the branches of my family tree.
Roots run deep where I come from
but I am lost as to where the veins run
The tree is tall , the leaves are thick
the view is lush from where I sit.
I cannot see the missing
the ones that blew away
they left no trail or rustled sound as they slowly hit the ground.
I float like the leaves
tossed to and fro
I miss my branch from which I grow
Alas there are people missing from my tree
People that I cannot see.
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