We never get more than we give
Not the other way around
So wilting dreams will wither
And float softly to the ground
A crying tree you'll not forget
As it weeps without a sound
When leaves are gone, the tree is bare
Dried out dreams lay in a mound

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I've been working on this some more. I should know better than to post things right as I write them. Ugh!

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We never get more than all that we give
It never happens the other way 'round
I see wilting dreams as they wither up
And then float softly to the ground

You'll never forget a crying trees sight
It silently weeps, shedding without a sound
When the leaves are gone, and the tree is bare
Those dried out dreams lay all in mounds

If you've the chance then perhaps you'll see
the treasured beauty in trees all around
And you'll count yourself lucky on that day
Just never let go of the leaves you've found

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And I'll keep working at it! Your suggestions will help me a great deal. *hint, hint*... *giggle*