Lifeless Syndrome
The birds have flown up and gone
They have built their own nests
On the trees of the alien lands.
My tree is lonely and leafless.
We look at each other tree and I.
Oh, the joys of spring days-
The days for the flowers to bloom,
For the bees to build honeycombs
Gathering honey from the flowers.
We look at each other flower and I.
Oh, the joys of summer days,
The days for the birds to return,
With their ownselves extended,
Feeling the house with laughs & cries.
We look at each other house and I.
Oh, the joys of the autumn days,
The maturing sun bringing out,
The myriad colors to the leaves,
And dressing the gardens with colors.
We look at each other garden and I.
Oh, the sorrows of Fall days,
The scantily undressed trees,
The skinny twigs all around,
The rough beds of leaves for the snow.
We look at each other the fallen leaf & I.
Oh, the chilly winds of winter days,
Snow, snow and snow everywhere,
Ripping us out, cutting us free,
No signs of spring, summer- far behind.
We look at each other tree and I.
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Date 5-1-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place win in
Contest: Into Night's Dwelling by nette onclaud
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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