Its that time of the year again
When I’m cold, brittle and dry
Dreaming of spring, quietly I sigh
When my beautiful leaves have abandoned me
I rant, cheated by my own destiny
When i struggle alone against the blow of nature
Protecting in vain, my pseudo stature
Once felt like tallest, I now feel grounded
By shallow pity I’ve been surrounded
It’s that time of the year again
When pain is blindingly profound
Though life has hit the bottom, only to rebound
