Long gone are the days
When there were leaves on these branches.
Now its dust and dirt;
Clouds no more, no more the blue skies.
What I could see from here, my friend,
Is a forest of bricks and mortar.
Let me fly, fly away
From here to a better place,
Where nothing but peace prevails.
No more dust, no more dirt;
With no one to bother, no one to tease.
Where twigs are clad with soft green leaves,
Where there aren't these naked trees.
The poem and the pictures are original by me.
For Photographs : Samsung Wave(cellphone camera) and long, patient hours. [NO PHOTOSHOP USED]