Pluck the bad leaves off your tree, that could be people, words, or memories that are bad for your life or growth. You're not fake for getting rid of things that no longer serve a useful purpose. It's natural for leaves to wither; it's natural for leaves to fall off the tree.
Topic(s) of this poem: good, growth, letting go, life, memories, nature, people, reason, wisdom
Form: Prose Poem
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