Leaves Talking

Leaves Talking sometimes : Death leaves a heartache,no one can heal. Love leaves a memory,no one can steal. Flicking a long branch, Our tree throws, One yellow leaf onto my book . I look upto hear A rustle-giggle. From deep inside , Her old trunk. And she flicks again Tossing leaves. Like Golden Confetti. Around my head. I think of my friend . Who loves folding. Paper planes. Who loves throwing , Paper planes. Who loves watching, Paper planes. Flying like leaves On a windy day. If my friends were a tree. His favourite season would be fall. His favourtie target would still be me. Fall ,leaves,fall;die,flowers,away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me. Fluttering from the Autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow. Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night ‘s decay. Ushers in a dearier day. By Aliza Kashmala Kiran