Searching Serenity In Sorrows Supreme

An autumn tree,

From its burden set free.

Weary and barren,

Seems Death befallen.

Significant of changing times.

Once laden with fruit in primes,

Now wretched and woe begotten.

Shedding from branches still unforgotten,

One by one in lap of its origin,

Once swerving with gentle breeze in that region.

Just like gathering for funeral to share grief

To help emerge and provide relief

So a flock of white doves,

Swarm to its branches proves

An affiliation with naked stems

Once a source of shade and fruitful gems.

Their flocking around and resting once more,

As though weeping with woe from hearts core.

This autumn spirit enveloping lay

While symphonies of sorrows play

Eyes caught sight of those tree trunks wide,

That seemed laden with pride.

Like flowers white that grow,

On branches high and low

So perched in grace,

That inspirational race.

Sucking sorrow to a scenario sublime,

And shifting focus to nature chimes.