At dusk I was talking to a tree
It did not budge, but dropped a leaf
Followed it with my eyes, as it falls
Then I realized, the tree was listening
With all the words I have spoken
It told me, to let go of the burden
Those still hang with my branches
Like the dried leaf it has dropped
I should leave all the worries behind
Make new beginnings, new memories
Like the tree, that grows new leaves
