dont laugh, said the silent squirrel

dont laugh, said the scattered leaves
one day you might be strewn all over
some hopes here, some dreams there
some leaves still green and some in colour

dont laugh, said the silent squirrel
you will have to account for all the bites
impatient wait, of a delayed spring
repulsed echo of depressing nights

dont laugh, said the scorched grass
who does not know, the pain of drought
when tears dry and the smiles get stuck
difference dilutes, between what is, and ought

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