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The sun rise is a glorious thing

first sign of a new day starting

My first love is nature

that's why it's hard for me

to come to the conclusion

I must cut down a tree

You grew out of control

through no fault of your own

I thank you for the shade

you gave me all these years

your beauty and your grace

will be missed so there's tears

I hate to be the one

to have to cut you down

it really is no fun

to feel this rundown

I've thought a lot about it

there's just no way around it

I know I'll miss you when you're gone

for now in my own tears I'll drown

It may seem silly but it's not

you've touched a place in my heart

No one else knows 

what really happens 

at the moment of death

Well I suppose

we may imagine

that we'll take our last breath

but where our soul

goes from there

is really anyone's guess

Swimming in a sea of thoughts

oftentimes I get lost

see what floats to the surface

hope that it serves a purpose

Once there was a gnome

who was far from home

He decided to roam

to inspire this poem

Masks are spooky,masks are weird

Sometimes masks are even feared

Masks are worn to hide the truth

seems to me they're so uncouth

We're all here for a reason

whether we know it or not

so let's all be decent

let's not spoil the plot

Stay out of the way

or help when you can

whatever's underway

is no match for a man

I don't know where I'm going

not too sure where I've been

the only thing I'm knowing

the road ahead looks dim...