A
painting on the wall
With
a deciduous tree,
Showing
beauty of the fall
Says
enough to me.
Depicting
every part of it
Without
a mic to speak,
All
full of orange, but
With
a hint of green., but
Seems
like spring to me.
What
is it? Just a plain Sheet.
Made
up of paper and trees.
Printed
with some colors
Attracting
each.,
Wanting
me to stay ,
Look
at the beauty
Of
every detail,
I am unable to see
Just
a tree with nothing To feel.
.
As the light closes
I
leave to go
but
I will come Back in summer,
in
snow,
seeing
the branches
And
the leaves will they grow?
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