The colourful leaves on the trees are still

With the carpeted green grass surrounding it

Like a road side road kill

While the birds who dance on these trees

White and peaceful

Like the air borne clouds in the sky

This is penetrated by the rays of the golden sun

Accompanied by the bright blue sky

Which is coincidently the same colour as the dripping water

Down below is food consumed by a vicious fly

This food included a bun and butter

Branches of trees try to catch their fallen leaves

As the winds start to brew

The roots of the tree grasp on tight to the soil of the earth

And birds leave the trees as they flew

Petals of flowers detach from the stem

And run away to decompose

For the road side road kill

Was still no more