The void of a tree without leaves cannot be measured

Bearing the beauty  and fragrance  of a tree

Like  rich almond studded jewels adorn

 The  pretty dazzling leaves   soon weary

Perhaps it is the  glare

Or was it the air

 The  changing season pecking

  Its nubile little form

 For  all at once, it withered

 Like shedding of skin

Saddened to see them lie

  A bed of leaves on the ground

Then to dust return

Fall is here

  Naked  wild almond branches.

Sunbathing in the air

 Forlorn and lost wailed  

Until  return of  leaves swaying

The tree in a ghostly attire

Upright and blank stands