the leaves are down
in market square
parched and thirsty
in the town
too soon they’ve fallen
dried and brown
not that they’ve been
noticed there
the people pass by
to and fro
does anybody really care
the leaves are down in market square
where faces do not smile or see
too busy are they
on their phones
they walk determined
in their stride
armed with back packs
and alone
too busy with their mobile phones
to notice anything at all
the leaves are down
in market square
the trees are crying out
in vain
in need of nothing more
than rain
does anybody really care
that leaves are down
in market square