The cool summer breeze sighed in dire

A sorrowful winter danced in the scorching fire

The rain’s teardrops were tired fulfilling its desire

The world aspires what people can’t acquire

Season’s in a fever

In this madness, the towns shiver

Screaming voices that waver

Intrigue minds are ne’er clever!

Human robin’s game knows no shame

Accusing prejudice in their name

Knowledge not valued as fame

Burning everything in flame

In December, a tang1 of morning dew

Painting deep and dull as black and blue

Staring in the vague pool of rue

Stoic face in pale hue

Wearing cloaks that leers and giggles

Dirty robes around entangles

Wrangled in your struggles

Such folly in every angles!

In the field, seeds that you gather

Little grasses slowly wither

Burden not light as a feather

Rusty shovels digging up further

Autumn leaves that are dry

Watching robins pass by

Wry smiles seen by the sky

Cynical on how each pry

In the mist of royal night,

Beyond was a blind wight1

Darkness lurks beside the foresight

Carving behind the moonlight

In the ground, I lay still

Reminiscing yesterday’s will

Today is another day to fill

Just like today’s drill

Slumber in nature’s sound

Restless chains around

In the land of lost and found,

Was everything bound?