The Riddle Tree

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[center][i] Always a puzzle

This cycle of living

A riddled rustle

Of the pieces I’m missing


The key to my reverie

Is locked in this rhyme

A forgotten memory

Frozen in time


Wind passes over

Dancing my leaves

Then follows October

And my dormant dreams


Reaching out with my fingers

I stretch to the sky

Catching sun as it lingers

I let out a sigh


Laughing at the smaller things

And carvings others wrought

Crafting my leaves and seeds

I’m settling into deeper thoughts
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