Refugee

I had a hut on the bank of the river beneath the sky painted blue no patch of sorrow only the berry hue. The willow tree shreds its barks, the birds circle with their wings flung I could see the sun piercing through the wings. I used to collect Apples from the bottom of the apple trees I was happy, I was tranquil but I didn't know their true meanings . Until one day invaders came destroyed my hut, my habitat since then I have been roaming down the history lanes, all over I could even imagine. I am ever homeless, I am a human refugee, my journey is forever, and my story has no ends.