Whispers of Autumn's Pain

In the season of autumn, beneath a golden sky I watched as the leaves fell, with a sorrowful sigh I gathered their remnants, each one a tale told Of love lost in parting, and hearts turned to cold Once vibrant and cherished, we danced in the breeze But now we lie scattered, brought low on our knees Trampled by those who once held us dear Now consumed by their pride, we’re met with disdain here They spoke of their anguish, their worth tossed aside Once nurtured by branches, now stripped of their pride Burned for their pleasure, our essence laid bare, In the ashes of arrogance, we find no one to care Then Shakoor, wise spirit, with calmness replied, “Though you feel empty, your worth's not denied When united with your tree, respect you will gain In togetherness lies strength, through joy and through pain" So I listened intently, as the leaves shared their plight In the cycle of seasons, there’s hope in the night For even in falling, there's wisdom to glean— True value in bonds, where love reigns supreme...