all write on the living

and not much of the dead

 

on a garden of fully grown

big, gigantic and enormous trees

 

trees of full green leaves

are what is written about

 

and on the different flowers

that bloom on these

 

oh poor souls are those

which were withered

 

falling off and pushed out

oh poor yellow leaves

 

and for these old ones

are we to be sad for

 

thinking of how green they had been

but feeling sad of it getting old now

 

and to pushed off

from your kith and kins

 

oh just as you fall

you are blown by the wind

 

and stepped on but not to worry

since its a condition of all

 

all fall at times

due to flaws of others

 

and feel so sad

and eyes so red

 

sadness fills anger in

and eyes filled with motionless tears

 

green leaves don't be so proud

and put much on airs

 

for you have a day

as everything else has

 

to fall, get pushed, be stamped

and to die finally to get into a bin

 

everything is nothing

but a cycle

 

so beware and take care

and be on fears leaves of green