Dying leaves are making the noise!
Can you listen their yelling voice?
They are shouting all around!
Over the golden broad ground!
Recall that time we used to rustle,
Chirping of birds, hustle and bustle,
Remember the time we gave you shades,
You sat the nearby when it fades,
We are made to enliven this planet,
Healthy plants, healthy planet,
O Man! Wake up and listen their cry,
Telling the pain of saying good bye!
Here is a secret they commend,
Every start has an end!
Thank you for sharing your poem, I couldn’t agree more with the message.
Thank you for your comment, Chris.