The Tree

The tree located near my farm,

Looked beautiful in the rain.

Seemed like when the wind blew,

Its leaves would dance too.

In autumn when it leaves shed,

Felt like I fled.

Along with it was a lake,

Which looked like a beautiful bay

And two boats floating,

Feels like my happiness is coming

All these things full of glee,

Often fascinate me.

But then why are things,

That keeps disturbing us in?