A whisper in the settled leaves

A poem i wrote feeling kind of depressed :(

The trees have budded and bloomed now, and the red leaves are falling

if you listen close enough, you'll hear that death is calling

The little children run around while parents are reminiscing

if you listen close enough, you'll know a child is missing

But they dont know yet and the mother wont be effected

if you listen close enough, you'll hear them shout "neglected"

A mother cries, as her child is lost, but she isnt dire

if you listen close enough, you'll hear a whisper "liar"

They find her dead, a small child who looks like she is sleeping

if you listen close enough, her mother wont be weeping

And tomorrow the leaves will settle, and as man kind grieves

if you listen close enough, you'll hear a whisper in the leaves

 

 

The End

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