Leaves withered and formed a heap,

and the crooked tree turned bare and weak.

Bird with tiny bits balancing on it’s beak,

returned hopeless and weak,

as the tree basked under the setting sun orange and pink,

the tree without it’s shiny purple and green Leaves.

~Mayuri Srivastava~

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