Up above you were in green,
All the way sprouting dream.
Then the wind struck you hard enough,
And it hurt you bad enough.
You began to turn oldish,
And even gold-ish.
Changing colors all around,
And giving up on the ground.
Even at the pinnacle of life,
You are the beauty of faith.
Showing us in bounty,
That change is lovely
In all its style.
4 comments:
Though I am sick but now I am liking the weather. Lovely!
@Saru: Hope you get better soon Saru :) Thank you :) Your comments have always been very encouraging to me. Thanks again :)
Wonderful poem, beautifully rhymed. You've connected this life with the falling leaves so well. Inspirational !!
hii.. Nice Post
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