Benevolence.

Shed its leaves it has no heart

But feelings it has

Left unwarranted

Granted it was taken for

Nonetheless

Grants it wished everyone

Constant giving

Unjustified kindness

Benevolence

of constant cadence

Who would remember it when it’s gone?

Buried would only be the memories, and only perhaps.

Yet they are still yearning for more.

-Jean