A Dying Tree's tale...
Those days were blissful🌳, Free from the Fear of Future miseries And heartaches that people face oft..,
There were these people who exiled the loneness..,
The SUN🌄, who kindles me in his tender gleam, and romps with his cloud friends🌥️,
He visited almost everyday, spent most of the times chittering with verdurous leaves🌿🍃..,
Seldom i was accompanied by the Replenising RAIN🌧️..,
There was this guy AUTUMN🍁 who had a exquisitive character of shattering those little hearts of the leaves🍂🍂..,
And The cold WINTER❄️ guy, Frosted and gave chills..,
Decades passed, Ages rolled..., I grew old..,
Everything was same except the Rain guy showed up a little less every year...
I am a DEAD Tree now..,
Things weren't the same way as they used to be..,
The SUN burnt me everyday as there were no leaves to chitter..,
The RAIN failed to replenish..,
The Autumn never gazed...
Yes they also change to new ones and so do their actions, as people do..,
Whimpered the Dead Tree, Waiting patiently for the howling🌬️🌪️ WINTER winds to lay to it down to the ground....
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