By Anvi Girish
Seasons come and go,
Colors fade and change,
Yet the trees are the same,
Just the leaves are new
And the colors too.
Each day there is something new,
Old ones branch out into new,
The shades slowly change,
With the play of time
And eventually, they fall off.
Yet another grows,
Fulfilling the gap,
It does the justice,
Although, once fallen,
It shall be lost forever.
By Anvi Girish
Comments