A Hope to Fly
He sits on a bench,
And writes what he sees.
Sometimes it's people
Other times,it's just trees.
Along comes a girl,
Who reads by the trees.
He follows her steps
And they sit it the leaves.
'Why do they fall?'
Says the girl with a sigh.
It makes me so sad,
The way they wither and die.
The boy thought for a minute,
As he watched the leaves dry.
Maybe they can't take living,
So they fall with hope to fly.
And writes what he sees.
Sometimes it's people
Other times,it's just trees.
Along comes a girl,
Who reads by the trees.
He follows her steps
And they sit it the leaves.
'Why do they fall?'
Says the girl with a sigh.
It makes me so sad,
The way they wither and die.
The boy thought for a minute,
As he watched the leaves dry.
Maybe they can't take living,
So they fall with hope to fly.
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This is like one of the only serious poems I have ever written so I'm worried about it. I can be really cheesy so give me a idea of how it was please?