Leaf color ( guardian)
What greater grin and your pain
of morn can you see than in gathered
leaves spread in garden, once your
copious flow of green and verdant full;
now shining yellow with dimmed brown
swallowing green, borders on pond,
what do they teach us, tell us in this
fast decadent world, intense loosening
our hope, artificiality in seeds dipped
by pests and withered corners; not
much swallows nor crows with cries
echoing the fields parched now;
our days are gone, with colorful
fruits hanging quench thirsts then.
Now only shadows in parchments.
Look up to skies for mercy and pour.
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