I stand next to you between the houses in the street
My arms hold you around as a stuffed animal
As tied as your tree trunk to feel what is really life
And staring up to you with my glistening eyes on my face
With them I see your leaves falling on the ground, one by one
Each color is beautiful: red, orange, brown, and yellow
Walking through your leaves gives me the joy in life
Throwing your leaves away with my hands, to feel your texture
Gives me the smile I need in my life, to remember the little things of my life
When I touch your tree trunk, then I feel the ridges of the trunk
These ridges of the trunk are the one that makes me human again
When I am down or not feeling ok, you give me the strength to get up another moment
But you are not alone there, you have siblings and parents
In the woods, standing next to each other watching me
Saying it is ok, to just be the one human being you are right now
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Agnes Laurens
Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives with her daughters. Writing is, like playing the violin, her passion. She writes about anything that crosses her mind. Follow her on Medium.
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