the leaves wither in the cold
tattered and torn
getting harder and harder to breathe
in the absence of sunlight

how are we to live

as the days go by.
the leaves fall
one by one
leaving but only the crooked thin branches

how are we to live
this cant go on

signs of hope start to appear
throughout the vast skies
the sunlight shone through the horizon
a last light is seen

how are we to live
it's too late

hope arrived to but a dead silence
gazing upon to what it seems
of the fallen leaves
and the dried branches

as we live day by day
we tend to forget our surroundings
it's living too
dont take it forgranted



-the end-