What it must be like to be a leaf
And bear witness to a train of laughs & grief,
To stay & weather the breeze in every branch and bone
Nobody else makes this city as much its own.
Is there a green as green as I
The leaf must think all day,
I was born in this city and will dry up here
While men make false claims to land, "mine" they say.
I have a hundred brothers and sisters every week,
But my mother's not social or debonair
When autumn comes, there are funerals galore
While one generation meets the soil of the city, one more takes birth right there.
I stand and see the hustle and the pandemonium
Every human's got a place to go
But I keep to my spot in the city, like a listless rock
Witnessing things you may never know
You might be the grand wind from the sea
But each time you touch me, I can't help but sway
Your strength leaves me shaken & tested sans pity
But you never look back and move further into the city
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