Autumn before SpringAs I stand underneath a leafless treeAutumn before Spring by L3Spark
I begin to wonder if the leaves are happy to be free
For they whittle and wither brown on the ground
Stepped on or rustled, they make a crunching sound
Listen closely, you'll hear their last breath whisper
They'll tell you how they couldn't be any crisper
"Don't cry for me oh dear one,
Watch now our tree so baren..."
Graced by the setting sun it's tips aflame
A red so fiery it has come to claim
Fret not oh dear one, do not worry
From the ground I have a splendid view and I am not sorry.
|I draw sometimes|