New Leaves Will Come Over

Here and There, Whatsoever where, Everywhere the world is resting pain. I paid cost of my cry. As its natural development. Life isn’t so cheap to live, As I thought,’ human is a superb race’. Crying heart, not only me, A child, adult and old, Able or disable, everyone runs a race. Sun arises and struggle awakes, Body starts to pull, The chariot of needs, Human has billions to blast fire, A man peeled off that was from the dirty skin, Thousands bones and skin scattered in pieces, Blood filled over as drops of rain, A tree never looked at the bare branches, Wind was blowing and leaves were fleeing away, But a bird dreams, one day new leaves will come over.