I know that trees do not believe

In every branch and every leaf.

For in the autumn, in the fall,

A tree lets go of nearly all!

If it is loyal to its tree,

The leaf survives, endures the breeze!

But if a leaf does no such good,

Away it blows, just as it should.

I try, so hard, to do the same

Although, my leaves, they have a name.

If harmful people, whom I know,

Just like a leaf- could be let go,

Then I'll blossom slowly, surely, sweet.

If I hold the leaves I want not-

Then like a tree, I'll surely rot!

I cannot bear the dead, old weight,

Of people who cause my heart to ache.

So like a tree, I'll let them go

To make some room for winter snow.