Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
When every leaf has left its branch
and all the trees are bare,
the rustle can no longer be heard
nor whistle in the air.
When every petal has left the blossom
and all the stems stand still,
the sweet aromas can no longer be smelled
nor stand the winter's chill.
When every bird has left the nest
and spread her wings to fly,
its place for warmth and shelter
nature will then supply.
When every babe has left the womb
and faced the cold unknown,
stark adventures it comes upon
will teach it to walk alone.
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