The tree on the road,

Was green before the autumn 🍂.

And leaves were bright green,

It slowly changed to rusty,

And from rusty to the yellow.

The veins carried food and water,

Are now just hollow.

The crops turn golden ,

And grains are dry.

Time can’t stop,

Even if you try.

Aging is so beautiful,

Just look at old trees.

Or the old bottles ,

Of seasoned wine 🍷.

Older is the relation,

More is the love.

Creating never ending tales,

Like the fragrance of flower.

Let us be old enough,

To flourish cultures.

Breaking old rituals,

Making new customs.

The white hairs ,

Nobody cares.

But actually they are

Silver arrays.

The wrinkles are

The undiscovered crests.

Hidden stories buried,

And Emotions kept in the chests.

The passing moments

Do conspiracies,

To hide some fact,

Ages to ages..

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