Random_Thoughts

Bare trees are in spree, No leaves on any tree.

Two trees stand tall, One is all set for fall. It showers the gold, Rustling of leaves old. Laden with greens is another tree, It clutches what it can’t delay to free. Like a lover’s eyes, it holds the leaves for not one reason, It has to part in this season. Another season knocks to enter, It bids adieu to exit. A cycle of varied colours and breeze, Oh now, I long to adieu this freeze.

  It is the night of moon, Brighter than this noon. It holds out the light, From the twilight. It steals a kiss from Sun. The light of Sun makes it run. Do you know if they ever meet? Do they decide who will be the guest at fete? One takes the lead & other back-seat. They are allies with no ill-will or heat.