Second best I won't be said the tree
To the leaves that leave
When the fall falls and winter is all
Solitude is the vital final friend
As the final leaf finally descends
For second best is for those that need care
Solitude comes for us all laid bare
But spring and summer are always
After all for us all
We
Stand silently
Waiting for the fall.....
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