I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.
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The lamenting of trees in particular and nature in general over the slow death has been projected in a touching and superb manner. Thanks for sharing it here.
'Though the sun be like blood in the sky He is cold as the lips of hate, And he fires the sere leaves as they lie On their bed of earth, too late.' is a beautiful stanza. Composed beautifully with use of strong imagery, it is a beautiful poem on Autumn. Liked it.
Summer had crept away and leaves were falling down. Birds were not calling. Slow death signed with sadness. In autumn sun came like blood in sky. The bare trees wept. Grief went for sleeping while autumn came. A great imagery is drawn that enhances mind.....10
Summer had crept away and leaves were falling down. Birds were not calling. Slow death signed with sadness. In autumn sun came like blood in sky. The bare trees wept. Grief went for sleeping while autumn came.
Let nature survive naturally to care ourselves peacefully on the earth! come, save the nature