As I walk along the grass
Wandering about my past
A certain semi-bald tree, I saw
And seems like its crying and muttering hello.
I stopped a few meters away
Feeling sorry for the tree and say
Don’t feel bad that you’re leaves were gone
Because I knew you’re still useful to everyone.
Of all the trees in this place
Why such tree like you I embrace
I want to hear the voice from within
But seems so hard to perceive the real meaning of pain
I can see the anguish straight from the stem
I guess summer is inside yet it seems like autumn in disguise.
This piece is written by various writers who goes by the pseudonym MC Kev Jan. Actually, I am one of these writers.
When I was in college, my professor in World Literature subject had the whole class to write a sonnet. We pairs in groups and decided to write a composition entitled "The Sonnet of Autumn's Agony". We used the initials of our first name to serve as our pseudonym. Let me give credits to the following other writers who contributed on this piece:
Mary Joyce Fresco
Charmaine Espero
Karla Garcia
Elena Biagtan
Vanessa Mendoza
JANette Fernandez
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