The deadlock season for all the members of trees is arriving ,no on can negotiate from the charm detoriating detector, THE AUTUMN.It's like a World War 3 for the garden as there will remain no leave glistening in a sunlight rays,no kalon beauty on the cheeks of the roses ,no fragrance will cast spell on humans making them forget their pains,no life will run through any vein ,everywhere will be anarchy. Each leaf losing its hope and faith in gasping branches tightly, will fall on th surface of earth with marked bumps and pits.The garden will lose all it's allure and turn dull and grey ,the swishing wind will add fuel to the fire by grabbing the shrunken orange and crimson tainted old leave down.When humans will walk over us ,stamping their feet ,they will miss psithruism but that soothing sound of crumbling and piercing breakage of our bones will satisfy their ears and serene their souls.


But when the spring will come back ,taking all the hopes back into bossom and garnished love on the newly borned buds having faith to grow again,to colour the world again, to bring love and gleam in man's life again ,to start a new beginning to end again.Everything will be thankful.
© maniya