by Seemanta Ghosh

You and I

Are leaves from each other’s


That have fallen and rebirthed

 As time commences

And other times seem to cease.

Changing slowly.

Green, to yellow, to red

Until they fall

 And are dead.

Some days pass by while others stand still.

From being dead and sleeping

To awake and breathing.

I felt sunlight,

I feel icy winds.

Now I am no tree,

I am a stump that needs the sun,

 So that I can become the tree

That I once was.

OUTREACH - SEEMANTA GHOSH is a sophomore at SUNY Albany who has majors in Human Development and Psychology along with a minor in English. Her passions include writing poetry, devouring chocolate chip cookies, and casually dancing around campus.