It's that time of year when forest gets ears
It's time not in vain if leaves get some pain
The carpet on ground, of yellow and brown
Is telling tale of all, be track or of crown
The walkers stand still and listen to sighs
Of trees that hide in days of full rise
The scattered leaves on ground
Are roaming all around
Angels that sat in shadow, giving them a fellow
They are kissing their feet, make them feel sweet
Wonder of this pale, creating music to inhale
Sorrows of the scars and beauty hidden so far.
Music gets soothing and leave them for sleeping
Then wake up is refreshing as all get back pigmenting
Lifeless teary days, turned into days of praise
This rushing then for cheer, leaving back all fear
©m_shk97
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