Writer

Destined To Be Cut

It’s that time of year again

My leaves have fallen off

And I’m ready for the new leaves 

To arrive in spring

Zooming through the galaxy on a disc

Not caring bout the risk

A planet filled with water

And nature

Not knowing

Everything went downhill

The wind howls past me 

Leaving everything behind 

I walk down the path 

Not knowing when I'll stop

Hearing the water flow