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December... leaves
The last stubborn three, damn I guess they don't want to leave
They are now exposed on my almost naked tree
They don't want to fall and be grieved
To the earth die, shrivel, and crumble
With the vast others, they blow away and tumble
No they hold on strong through nature's nippy breath
The rest of you can break off, descend to your death
Your grave these three leaves tenaciously stayed
To alter change unto these branches let us stay as slaves
The memories of shade we gave,
Well we want to keep giving
Those others can find rest underneath the snow
Amongst the frigid we're still living
Driven diligent to stay with you oak
This trio here, is rebels of resistance
Wearing warm colors of red and yellow
As the sun becomes more distant
Hold on as she blows
Won't fold as she blows
Hell no we won't go!
Hell no wind... we won't go!
We want to linger, because we're far from ready
To leave this bark armored giant
Our defiance is firm, steadfast and steady
The air becomes more violent
Oh the pressure gets so heavy
All that we've been through,
I know you don't want to shed me
We'll keep you company
In the dead of this bitter season
In the midst of these barren skeletons
Tell these elements we're not leaving
Let us comfort you these harsh months
When the rest of them are gone
We'll stay here and whisper to you
Through even the worst of ice storms
You don't need the new ones
We are holding on to our space
You know in that heart of wood
No one can take our place
Now this oak talking, I'm so tired of this long winter
Just ready for a new bloom
A new atmosphere to enter
Your comfort has become thorns
I know you think you are soldiers
You belong with the spirit of autumn
I'm the one that's been holding ya
So firm and tight, nature then bombards
And bites me like a Chicago bluster
Emptys her lungs, the 3 needs to join the cluster
She constantly fights me
Wanting to take her course
Let them descend to the ground
Can't get new green leaves in spring
As long as fall ones are around
One day the right roots will
Intertwine with mine
The branches and leaves, well they had their time
New life will break through... and march
One day so sorry you can no longer stay
God I take my hands off
Open your nostrils ... and
Blow them away.
