Autumn did not call me for a visit,
I went to run away from a date instead.
The day is a windy storm that flares the ambering coals,
It scorches in the past to silent pleads as the date flew by.
The land of rising sun offers no safe harbour.
And I witnessed murder by nature's cycle.
Choked and deprived, maples shriveled and fall off,
Only to be renewed in due time.
The cycle of renewal disregards the trees.
How many times can one watch one die and be renewed and then to die again
It is hell in disguised.
Perhaps the storm will never come again,
The trees will never be tortured again
If there is only 1 season.
An eternal spring.
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