When golden leaves drift to the ground,
And silent winds make mournful sound,
The trees stand bare in cold embrace,
Yet strength still lingers in their grace.
Though autumn steals their emerald light,
And strips their branches overnight,
They do not weep, nor bow, nor break,
They wait for spring, their faith awake.
For seasons turn, as time must flow,
And even sorrow learns to go.
The sun returns, the blossoms rise,
Hope is reborn in clearer skies.
So if you feel you’ve lost your way,
And darkness swallows up your day,
Stand tall, like trees in winter's deep,
For dreams still bloom though now they sleep.
Md Nasim Akhtar Shamsi
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