The leaves of the tree withered at the onset of autumn; rendering it as bare and a pathetic sight to witness,
Atlhough the body and trunk were still alive; did scream passionately as the wind slapped and caressed them.
The most majestic of reptile shed its skin while undergoing a metamorphosis of seasons; partially annihilating its grandeur,
Although its slithering body still traversed in circuitous routes; and its fangs were ready to strike injecting lethal venom.
The mountain sheep had their fur sheared for weaving thermal contrivances; leaving their appearance as shabbily disgraceful,
Although they still wandered in harmony on the colossal slopes; bleated in unison as dusk stealthily approached.
The austere Sun God shed its brightness as nightfall took over; resembling an insipid reflection of its original identity,
Although it still shone brilliantly the next morning; illuminating stringently every bit of cloistered gloom.
The slender iron nail lost all its gloss as monsoon showers poured incessantly from the sky; giving it a deplorable appearance,
Although it still maintained the capacity of being embodied in the wall; and still had the hostility of piercing the inflated balloon.
The fermented barrel of milk lay bereft of immaculate white color; resembling worthless chunks of flaccid curd,
Although it still produced an extremely piquant taste; had reasonably high levels of salubrious nutrition.
The flying birds sheds infinite numbers of feathers each day; looking bedraggled after being stripped of their kingly plumage,
Although they still retained the power to fly; soaring high up in the air and procreating their progeny.
The banana after peeling its intricate skin appeared as dilapidated urchin; shivering uncontrollably in the wind,
Although it was sumptuous and relishing to eat; and its pulp caused ravishing sensations in the buds of taste.
The biscuits of gold after losing their shine; resembled the mundane coin; failed to captivate attention,
Although they still had the same value; could fetch their owners an astronomical fortune when judiciously traded.
And all the old folks traversing the streets; looked a sight to profoundly sympathize; clinging tightly to their walking sticks,
Although they still had the power to love; the power to overwhelmingly fantasize; as they were young and innocent at heart
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