A Wakening
Awakening in foggy night with grey, before the dawn brings light, which chills one's soul and veils my eyes; I hear their tears as each leaf cries and falls to earth as though contrite.
Although each year it is the plight of those who try to reach the skies as nature rules and each one dies awakening
the cycle as the chill winds bite and bid each red and golden kite a sad goodbye. Winter applies an icy shroud of white disguise ‘til seeds of Spring begin their rite, a wakening.
S1/L3 "ones" has been changed to a possessive "one's" S2/L3 (but) has been changed to (as)
Thanks Daniel!
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