WOOD

October has advance,

With the cold bitter air,

The leaves are fallen off the branch,

As you were the only one who cares.

 

They raze and ruin moments,

As the bare wood is cracking,

All dollars are weaker becoming cents,

While never your spirit is lacking.

 

A blazing fire burns in the open,

As the smoke drifts into the sky,

As my heart is not coping,

Inhumane it is, as they do not realize.

 

A twig is carried by a bird,

To make a new nest in layers,

Without you, it is vacant and absurd,

It is black and useless while it is greyer.

 

A log has been split into pieces,

Just like my anguish aching body,

A dagger has been cast as it seizes,

Lifeless like the Empty Quarter in Saudi.

 

Ashes are all that are left,

As it will bring seedlings,

Moments have been left in a cleft,

While the ground has been reeling.

 

A flower will bloom in the spring,

With the aroma of vivid nectar,

The birds will open its wings,

Freely we will dance without any sectors.

 

The sound of the trumpets,

Will be heard for miles,

As our feet will be dirty and wet,

Roaming the lands in tasteful style.