By Anushka Yerramareddy

First one fell, and then another

And the tree was losing life.

He looked to his right, at his dying brother

And his friends; even his wife.

Then the wind blew the flakes

So far, far away.

Away from the clustered rakes

And the wind continued to sway.

So the barren tree stood,

So leafless and dying.

He was stripped of his golden hood,

And so he continued his silent crying.