By Anjali Vishok
The Tree stands tall
in the midst of a bawl
Galloping deciduous birch
And the bark of boreal flaws
Transcends the lucrative heats
Where the time dissuades an oak
For shredding all life
To dance with an abyss
Immediately,
A shun noise
Truncate fall to the mist
When All dual sides became a basic Fix
Heartily endearments were calling vehemently to Resurrect some bliss
But,
The Respect sinisterly lost
For the conjunction with a bunch of lively leaves
Which the tree doesn't know how to protect its own mortifications
How can it give protection to some bountiful fragrances
Alas!
The kindness without Respect
For the duality of existence
Stalled a greater rift
For the tree and the mulched leaves
Only to erect flourishly in a bygone era!!