Acorns Fall

Acorns fall on me,

as I sit contemplating

existence.

Time flies by

beneath this tree,

as it molts

and drops its seeds.

——

The morning dew

turns to glass,

winter freezing

over plush grass.

Trees now barren,

as I sit contemplating

all I did wrong.

——

Now snow falls

burying me whole,

as I sit contemplating

if I should finally get up.

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