A Child in Autumn

A lyrical piece highlighting the intrinsic sadness of autumn and a young child’s sensitivity to it.

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As a child I used to cry
For every leaf, russet red,
That fell to earth, cracked and dry.
I knew then that they were dead.

Mother tried to comfort me:
“These are only Nature’s tears.
Centuries have seen this tree
Mourn the passing of the years.

See, the tree is quite serene;
Past withered winter will he sleep.
Next spring his boughs will blossom green,
As through his veins the sap will creep.”

I knew better, being young,
And each leaf sought to save.
I had heard the tree’s sad song
Singing softly from its grave.

Nemo is a poet from Thanet who writes poetry to improve his mental health.

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