Season changes for humans, too
written by: Aishwarya Chauhan
Old trees,
Stand naked.
Leaves have left them
With shame,
With sorrow.
They look so faded.
The season will
Change soon.
New leaves will come,
Greener than before.
Trees will wear them
And dance in
Their new attire,
On the music of the wind.
There will be
No shame.
No sorrow.
My name is Aishwarya Chauhan. I live in India. I write poems.
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