MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

Dried Leaves

It was an autumn season when I sat on the grass,
I'm inside the park waiting the time to pass;
It was an afternoon of June when the wind blew on yellow tree,
The leaves were falling and I thought of a memory.

Just like these leaves, I have fallen off the ground,
I was badly beaten and gone unsound;
I asked someone to life me up but he turned around,
That tugged up my heart and built an invisible bound.

I kissed the land I have fallen to,
I accepted the fact that this my fate and it's true;
But I taught myself to look on the silver lining,
So every step they make on me, I make sure I'm sounding.

-Marxx Archer