Released to the wind
Vibrant leaves scattered across the the descending lane
Trees left bare
Along the path occasional branches withered
Dying from the lack of nourishing nutrients
Water spared in times of torrid weather
What can be done
For the return of full fiery autumn dressed in it’s finery
Of this feelings of helplessness Righting a wrong upon the now desert earth.
Visions of burning bushes
Now dormant
Yearning for the alive and kicking tip toe of leaves released
Windy sounds of
Laughter
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