A shy gentle breeze touches the tree-tops
But is it really so shy and gentle?
Looking closer now, you see breaking leaves
Even closer, the life drained from the branch
In a sway of colors, the leaves fall down
Leaves nothing but a tree, free of color
The leaves, now orange and lifeless, crumble
The wind has no mercy, breaking them down
Pulverized to naught but dust, does it stop?
The wind answers; brings the dust in the earth
Nothing left can be seen after the wind
Nothing but an empty tree, brown and dull
So yes, the breeze was so shy and gentle
Only 'cause the damage it caused is veiled
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets
PoetryA collection of Sonnets, probably going to continue for quite some time before it's complete.
