Thread by @shivi_tweets

The winters were here,
It was time, for flowers to bloom.
It was time, for new to replace the old.
It was time that the tree shrugged off the old leaves to bear a new ones.
So, the tree shrugged it off, like the leaf meant nothing to it.
It was cold, chilly cold.

Cold enough with no remorse.
Because winters were near.
The tree has hurt the leaf, the once beloved green leaf, which is now pale yellow.
Or brown I say, it wasn't flexible like it once was.
It hurt the leaf, the idea of letting go
It crunched it's inner soul if it ever had one

But the leaf gathered its courage, collected itself.
Told itself, that it was about time।
The leaf had it coming, always.
It was time that the leaf would stop running away from reality and accept its solace.

For the leaf misunderstood the tree to be its solace.
But here it was ready to take it's one last swing.
It had to fly the distance between tree and the ground.
It wondered how it would be like,
It felt anxious maybe, it felt outraged over the tree for shedding the leaf off.

But time had something else on it's mind.
Time has never waited for anyone.
Has it?
It's tricky
Time wasn't in a mood of letting leaf think any longer.

It sweeped off the leaf away, detached from the tree.
At first the leaf shouted, called out the tree for holding on it.
But in fraction of seconds, it started to see.

The leaf saw, how beautiful it was to fly.
It embraced the winds, wind's direction and the sway that came with it.
It finally met the land, the mud.

The leaf rested on it, finally relaxed.
It was leaf's new solace.
The leaf realised that it was always what it wanted.
And So,
The leaf lasted their for eternity
In different forms, come what may.
It stayed there forever.