Nestling on the tree in fall

Dear mom, where are you?
One day I can see the moon,
You told me I remember,
My dream came true today.

The moon is far far away,
But I can see it shining anyway,
With rapture, my heart’s tickling,
For you, I am waiting…

Bygone is the time when it was dark,
Could see nothing but the bark,
We were wrapped in foliage,
Now there’s the skeleton with me incage.

At dusk, it’s cold like never before,
Rains may come, I fear more,
Thunders will strike me sore,
Please come soon, I want you more…

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