Generations
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Aidan Keogh, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2013
The Trees shiver as wind passes through the green of their leaves. Some leaves fall, the others remain, all goes silent once again. The leaves go brown and shrivel the others have floated away all but a memory. The trees weep for the forgotten children. The trees now bare weep for the departed. The leaves have gone what becomes of them is down to fate. The trees turn to green and they stand strong with chldren once again.