A Dry Leaf

Happiness occurred at the times of sadness, yet love wasn't matured to mature the joy in my life. It felt like a flower that wasn't watered when water was a nature of garden. I cried hoping to be felt like a dry leaf, But I was left wilt and dry. It broke me when all had their own backs While I was just a silent morning bird that dew frost. Love became a miserable word with no ending, I felt it in darkness when the only light I saw was of a sparkling star that shines when the moonlight. It felt great, yet the greatness of joy was of a tear in my eye. I'm a dry leaf.