The roots of the tree inspire me,

to write poem of what I see. 

Leaves of red are falling near,

chirping of birds is what I hear. 

But as I look around with no one in sight,

my mind starts to teem with fright. 

For the thoughts of nature do disperse,

I start to realize I'm in a hearse. 


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