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Falling Leaves of Tattered Tree
Falling Leaves of Tattered Tree
Falling leaves of a tattered tree,
Why would someone ever want to see it?
Dried up has the lake which lay to my south,
Always bubbling with fresh foam and froth.
Falling leaves of a tattered tree,
Why would someone ever want to see it?
Hidden are the crops which grew on my west,
Always buzzed of a naughty pest.
Falling leaves of a tattered tree,
Why would someone ever want to see it?
Closed have the shops which stood on my north,
Their stalls always smelled of a tasty broth.
Falling leaves of a tattered tree,
Why would someone ever want to see it?
Where are the houses which mounted my east,
Why don’t I see the women planning a feast?
Falling leaves of a tattered tree,
Why would someone ever want to see it?
I haven’t seen the kids roaming all around,
Of me, they were, so much fond!
Falling leaves of a tattered tree,
Why would someone ever want to see it?
Where did all the villagers flee,
Is it because of me, the old tattered tree?
