Season after season
Under the humid sun to the very last leaf on the tree…
Soon after, how much would the trees missed its leaves?
The coldness and emptiness that those trees have,
I wonder how much they had to endure…

Those darkness that surrounds them, nothing grows with a smile

The white flakes replaced their existence…

Those red leaves were indeed their last sightings…

“Come back!” they projected their voice out…

But only the whispers of the dead winter were its replies…

At the soft touch of the sunlight, they tried to wear a smile…

Hope filled them up… telling them tender with its warm sunrays…

“after snow…….there would be spring……”

And I stood in wonder, when would it be the end to my sorrows….
From this very spot, How I could see the illusionary image i once experienced.
Those light brights which twinkle below….art such a beautiful sight.
The tall…huge steel architecture boast of its eternal brightness with it white and red colours..
It was a forest….a man-made forest. How was I to believe that I have been to a place where i dreamt of?

How many times have he stood here…. looking at that scenery…
How many times have he walked over the bridge to the street of visual….
How many times have he bought crepes from the store…
Just in a different time but the same place, I was glad to experience a bit of life…

But then a forking path appears every time i step forth…
Dreams that never comes true….
An existence he never knew….