Withers

After the dawn Pain and graces begun Now I'm longing For the twilight time. That star up high On the daylight ignites And a variety of feet step On my one last life. I need birds on my branches besides just making holes on me. Wanting to be touched by wind Yet it shakes me. I want fruits But they got ripe and fell. I have everything Only sad to feel empty. Pull out my roots Keep nothing on me Burn my dry leaves Yet count the buds. Cut the striving twigs I have Because I wither I can't hold on for the weather Its going mad at me . Oh!come on rain . Don't let these feet and heat Give me rest. Come on my reaper, Water and give me shade. Win the fight for me Because I wither . Hear my dying sound. April 5 , 2017