Trees stood vainly by
Vibrant leaves scolding the arrogant breeze
So it doesn't pop against our clueless roof
Over the bald of old idle men that freeze
Who felt so safe beneath their aging golf
Self serving their ancient past
But could only reap from an unfair shock
Of high profiled leaves languishing with downtrodden grass
Stomp bending aching while other lying low across the path
No more safety all blown by the tempest
Sooner arrived with a curse to care
For treasures esteemed were vain
Unless the ones pail
Weeping then return again in my humble brain
It feeling was like drowning in the ocean tail
But crossed it hard
Rough it cracked my aging skin so
A chance too narrow to behold
Things which stares at me
Made shame of me
So i turn again and hide
Void of a decisive date to rule them again
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