When leaves fall,
the branches yell.
Ignoring their gloomy call,
the Autumn continues its spell.
To witness the departure
the strong wind arrives.
It slowly rupture
the green wives.
Erasing the beauty
from the lavish creature.
The Autumn finishes its duty.
To prove its miniature,
the winter adorn
the trees with their former glory.
Then the branches sworn
to hold the leaves with calorie.
_ Maviya Mashkoor