August Rush

March 6, 2011
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Leaves fall
From trees tall
Wind blows around the world

The world decays
The wait for May
Flowers too, are brown and curled

But who will see
Earth's ceremony
From light to dark and back

Oblivious to all
We continue to fall
To pull up from this crack

But why do we matter
We're temporary atoms
Earth won't go to waste like that

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