Me The Maple

By Shrinithi Kumar

As far as I can see,

how warm are those shades,

making yellow orange ways.

As far as I can see,

I had to call upon the time,

for the birds to leave me.

As far as I can see,

there were flowers blooming,

just as the stars twinkling.

As far as I can see,

laughs all around,

hugs and happiness to be found.

As far I as I can see,

just the blink of the eye,

the sun has to go, nothing remained.

But

As inside as I could feel,

how precious I am,

to feel all these.

As inside as I could feel,

how I am to smile,

though I have walked more than a mile.

My livelihood of no reason

as my cascade is a season.

Finally,

I withered on the ground

with no sound.

By Shrinithi Kumar