All things we love
Cannot stay with us
Especially friends
Who were once close
With time become strangers
There is no bad feeling
The invisible bond connected once
Vanishes in thin air with time
So are all relations
There is no malice
There are no complaints
When a tree grows
It drops its leaves
During autumn
That is Nature
So also, this is Nature
When new leaves
Sprout, makes the tree
Happy, so are new
Relations, when they sprout
Everyone feels Happy
None cares for the
Fallen leaves.
