Call It

all of the trees breath heavy,
deep breaths like deep lies.
the leaves fall off,
like bosses firing their employees.
starting to rot,
outdated like war.
trying to find a new breed,
like unexplored species.
what should i call it?
or should i call it?
come over here,
let's see the unknown.
you'll know it,
like getting use to riding a bike.
through the streets,
with heavy breathing trees.
planted like plans,
growing like technology.


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