Sentinel's Silhouette

Falling leaves dry fast, Amidst the fortunes and fumes of life. Cascading splash runs aghast, Before the trashes in strife. Dirty Ps seem to multiply. In P D, they hide and fly Unmindful of the story they make, Even if it means the other's wake. Some leaves fought to stay on twigs Believing that D Ps wouldn't dig digs. But their hopes fell to no avail For the D Ps' avarice is the loudest wail. Yet, still the Sentinels' Silhlouette stay Keeping an eye for every trail of dismay. Aborning are the dancing buds of may. Greening growing to the tunes of sun's ray.