Rough Autumn winds and uncalled rain,
Inflicted upon them an unexpected pain,
A young leaf, detached from her mother,
A bond short-lived, unfortunately severed.

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The storm left behind a rainy puddle,
Swirling ill fate in an unforeseen muddle,
Floating atop, to wildly bob and juggle,
At her mother’s roots for a final cuddle.

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That night, clouds bared the bright moon,
As there was no sign of the fall’s monsoon,
The still wind rustled her mother’s scream,
Under the moonlit murk, they shared a broken dream.

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For some that live, Autumn arrives too early,
Before they could understand life generally,
Like the young leaf, separated and smothered,
Slowly withering away in the yearning lap of her mother.

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Dedicated to my sweetest, dearest, loveliest Mommy, My life is a Rough Autumn in your absence. But I will too wither away dreaming my space in your laps. Love, your Son ( Rain Alchemist).