Autumnal trees were standing opposite my window,
They were crying about their last green leaves.
A black bird flew above sufferers like dark widow.
Heaven would give a rain for those poor trees.
I was walking about in left side of the park,
When I heard an awful scream behind:
There were three trees shouting like a crack.
All creatures dreaded winter’s find.
Autumnal philosophy
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