Weeping Forest

Off the spring, autumn knocks the door lurking sound echos the air making all trees naked and skelton river gulps tears to quench her thirst mountains are standing bare together strolling leaves are getting dried springs have lost her beauty all cattles are wandering here and there in search of shade and in search of water. Forest is weeping days and nights as if a widow has lost her all her soul is burning with conflagration there is none to console her dried tears and to extinguish her conflagration except the cloud standing afar who can meet up her all sheer.