Swaying below the moon at night
I stare and wish upon the sight
The rustling leaves of the huge willow tree
A sight of peace I wish I could be

My thoughts a mess on my mind
The falling leaves show they’re unwind
Life’s a crisis and so’s this mess
Unlike the tree, so steady and at rest

Whirring with the winds at night
The green leaves gave no more fight
The morning comes and it’s all brown
Life’s like this, with its ups and downs

T.A

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