All things fade in time.
Like leaves falling from a great tree,
Our memories fade away too.
Each year being replenished,
Like new leaves budding on the great tree.
Old memories, no longer needed,
Wither away like last year’s leaves.
Even the great tree will fade one day,
And so does our mind.
As the tree begins to fade away,
I imagine, it can’t help
But be nostalgic
For the leaves of long ago.
by Cody McCullough