The Red Tree
Those red leaves of the tree in my backyard
reminding me of that girl at the zenith of her beauty,
Who trance in pride.
The girl, so ready to be someone's beautiful bride.
The colors of her innocence.
The spirit of living her life
are dawning on every passerby.
She is standing so tall in pride.
All naked, no shame, no pretension, no shroud.
The colors of fall are blessing her beauty
It won't last long and live forever for sure.
Let her enjoy the moments, for it means to her so much
She has waited for so long
for that very first touch.
She is a blossomed seed now.
The spark in her leaves
is no less than the first sunray of the dawn.
She is living at this moment
For with fall everything will be gone.
- Aarushi
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