As the last leaf flew away in the wind
The tree felt cold as winter grinned
The tree stared at the evergreen wondering when the snow would leave,
wondering if the dancing leaves were as lonley as their tree.
If the cold wind felt just as empty.
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My comments on the poem "Apathy” by somethingdeep
There is no stopping the working of nature. With the onset of autumn, leaves prepare to die off. They give a beautiful sight, with their changing colours. When the last leaf gets blown away, the tree sure looks utterly bare, but it is not dead. It is winding down, hunkering, waiting for winter to blow over. Come spring, it will spring back to life. Winter grinned. It will reign for the time allotted to it. The tree stared at the evergreen and was somewhat jealous of it : how come those species remain green throughout winter ?... The snow would only leave when the time comes. The dancing leaves were not only lonely, but had a different fate : while the tree would resurrect in spring, the leaves will rot away and turn into compost for other trees.
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Soman Ragavan. 1 September, 2023 //
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I guess I never thoughst of it that way, I mean, I'm always changing and I pretty sure It's always for the better. The leaves I let go of can't be held on to forever, most things I have right now I won't have in the future anyway. Maybe this tree should rather be excited for the new leaves to come. I really appreachiate your comment, it always makes my day when I get complimented on my work, thank you (:
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