Cast out on the wind and rain
Does it pain you, trees?
Letting go of your autumn rejects?
Marking your fortitude for the long winter night
Can’t hold them right, it’s not worth he fight
Are they strife? Call you on your blight?
Does the Suns lack of gaze, the hated haze, make you into this horrid milazse?
Hold up the light, it’s clear your just asleep. But am I right?
That the leaves are just a blight?
You cast them of after they just reach their growth.