Oh, autumn tree
Please tell me
What it's like
To be happy
I've tried
But ironically
The feeling just
Won't come to me
It must be
The way your leaves
Are bright with colors
So pretty
But beauty fades
And your leaves change
As winter comes
To make it's claim
As I recall
It makes them fall
Till there's no colors
Left at all
So please tell me
Oh, autumn tree
How you can stand
To be happy
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've written on various topics. Most of them are a bit dark, so if you get triggered easily I wouldn't suggest reading them. The reason it's rated as mature is because I don't know whether it would be too much for certain audie...
