Every fall,
Why does my leaves fall?
To the ground that is cold,
That my branches cannot hold.
When the winter is done,
The next is the spring.
Then my leaves came back to me as they're done
For awhile as I wish them to come back to me as they sing.
I was just waiting for the past days
Then my first flower blooms by.
Life is just waiting for the future days,
To reach the level that's high.
A tree is not only a living thing
It also gives us foods and shades.
It's not only standing for nothing
It's also waiting.
YOU ARE READING
Nature Of Light
PoetryNature of light, Secret of the night, Hopes are given in might. Hopes are never been found To the dark shadows will be bound, As the sky fell into the ground. Read it if you want But there's nothing less to hunt.
