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I wrote this poem for a friend several months ago, I now feel it is time to post it. I think at this point it may be beneficial. I hope, truly, that I am not wrong. My left ventrical aches for you. :'( Best of luck - kid -

Sequoia in the Fall

Taking it's own pace, it trusts too much.
It reaches for life, which escapes it's touch.
Wandering all to fast, and running all to slow.
It wants to reach out, and grasp it's true beau.

It knows it cannot, but love is what drives.
It wants only to merge, the both of their lives.
Being torn by destiny, and matched by fate.
It must escape the one, with whom it's irate.

Even the strongest, at times may wilt.
Is this how the scales, of justice tilt?
Must we always be strong, or is there a way.
To provide justice, and keep it at bay?

That's just the problem, now how to solve,
The souls torn feelings, and test our resolve.
Find the master teachers, they hide in fear.
I cannot complete this task for you, my dear.

It's times like this, I just close my eyes.
And dream of brighter, more cheerful skies.
May peace find you, and secure what is built.
And always remember, at times we all wilt.

Find the strength you've hid deep inside,
Bring it to life, where you reside.
Let no one influence your choice,
Make your decision, and in it, rejoice.

Beta Y 9/04