They are like tiny glimpses of br life br br They grow br From tiny little green drops of life to br fully-living miracles br br They hang there br Through the seasons br br They br change color br They br blow in br the wind br br And struggle to live on br Like small glimpses of eternity br br They hold on br But in the end br They fall br br These evolved little parts of the world br br Fallbr br Old Teenage Poemsbr br