November

For some reason not even the earth could change my mind The wind banging against my ears And the dark night couldn't disguise it. The oak trees could protest their judgement And the ocean can keep wailing But my ignorance can oversee it. For some reason,there were more leaves than before. The owls cries were easily ignored Likewise, not even the doves were heard. Reluctant, I had started to embrace the seasons And with that, the leaves finally cleared The ocean soothed The oaks no longer croaked For once I felt blissfully unaware. Yesterday everything was so loud But tonight was so quiet Even my mind no longer protested. The only protests were the thumps of my very own heart Even though the snow sourly embraced me Summers' own spiteful touch lingered. On that edge A minuscule path of dying dignity The seasons grew louder For whatever reason. And even in my bittersweet death I was still nature's child Caressed by mother nature herself. November