Wonder the trees go dry,
When autumn comes by.
For the gifts it carries along,
Or drop some for it to carry by.
The leaves head to the roots,
Shedding colour on their way.
For the wind to collect,
Make autumn ugly in a beautiful way.
Crisp light, brittle air,
Goosebumps on the trees.
Light thinner shadows,
A million rays from a weed.
The clouds soaked,
In smoking breath,
And still cant drip a sweat.
But why, the sun so strong,
With legends past and beyond,
And head held so high,
But why, it just shies by…???
...Shiv.
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