Rain drops fall on the pristine leaves,
In the forest among the fallen heaves.
The whoosh of the wind awakens the slumber,
Melodious birds along with rain's shudder.
The leaves grow and woods fragrance,
The painted flowers grow in abundance.
Spring fades as autumn dawns,
Green leaves transfigure into brown.
The sun sets in the wake of night,
Time beckons the leaves flight.
Then golden shoots fall into darkness,
The arid tree but only wonders.
Yearns to cry abhorring the stance,
But only mourns in silence.
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