bittersweet poetry ♡

trees

the forest is a quiet place
though it's inhabitants roam
day to night

the soft rustling of bushes,
the quiet chirps
they all seem to communicate,
silent as they are
all is perfect

in the spring,
the flowers bloom
the days are long
the leaves are green
the sun is bright
all is perfect

but in the fall, the leaves die
the feuillemort leaves are now dry
but the forest stays quiet
all is perfect

the dried up leaves seem beautiful
but the trees cry
they are now bare
as they watch their leaves dry up
the yellow,
brown,
red,
and orange leaves falling from their branches
the sap drips like tears,
the cold air making the trees shiver

"but when spring rolls around,"
the trees spoke in a silent rustle
"all will be well again"