Stubborness

Last week there was one more I did not go There was on and two that's three It cannot go on so I keep counting January's eight February's three March's and April's late Four farewell for me I think no one heard them So I cried only for me The storm broke so many stems And I'm a naked tree O where are they gone In such a hurry And dawn always coming To keep company How can it just so Silently rattle me I will not go Even tear is blinding me.