Diva Kaur's Poetry and More

 October leaves, the trees appear orange, so do the streets. its a sign of the times, a reminder of change, it's a reminder of the beauty in pain, the pain of the leafless branches, and the auburn remnants of what used to be green, its a reminder of how pain comes, but one day, October leaves, spring comes, and so do the green leaves, so do the flowers, its a sign of the times, a reminder of change, a reminder of beauty in regain, the regaining of all that was lost, in the autumn pain, it's a reminder of how pain goes, but it never goes to vain.