باد نمناک 

غم از گیسوانش جارو میکند

در غروب پاییز

موهایش را 

به باد سرد پاییز سپرده است

 - سر در گریبان 

There was a tree on my way to work. Watching the fractals of its tender fingers was my morning joy.

Today, I saw it cut down to pieces from the top, and shred to dust. They didn't even had the dignity to chop it and let it fall in its glory.

It feels like seeing a dear friend slaughtered in his sleep...
Today is the day they cut the tree.