An old tree by the road,
It's leaves long shed;
Not even a shred
Of soul in it's being .
Once filled with life, Now empty like me.
Soon it'll dissipate in the nature again
Why would one mourn, the fate of a tree?
It came with a purpose, which now is complete.
Why shed tears for something known and foretold?
The tree doesn't mind....
Why your tears flow?
In the end after all, we all come and go.