Till I wither in anonymity

Fallen leaves traveling
In search of a grave.
With wind they dance
In ceremonial circles.

Wind ,the undertaker
Enjoying every bit of their lunacy.
Confirms his judgment.
Sanity disappears
At the sight of death.

His body withering away slowly
A lonely leaf makes his last wish.

Take me to the tree,O wind
God of my world is rightly him.
He breathed life into me
And Sheltered my thoughts .
Among thousands of his children
He cared for me.

The day I left the tree
I could not hold my tears.
With no one to hold
I fell for the ground.

Every time I look up
I see his world is the same.
There is someone new
In the place I lived once.
His devotion equally good
There is no reason
To care for me.

With nobody else to die for
Let me stick to his roots
With my unconditional love.
Till I wither in anonymity.

---------------------------------------------------------
The way to be happy ,is by making others happy.
- someone cold.