In the dust lied a withered leaf, looking up to the branches, Who Stood grand yet gloomed, Bitten by the winter wind, Frozen like dead. The leaf looking into their eyes reflected the days of spring, The one blooming and cheering, But again it reminisces, Those silent audience of the grand branches, As they never felt life Or maybe they never knew death And so it dawned on it- To feel the Eastertide One needs to fade; And swiftly a halcyonic wind Swept its melancholy away. Hola Writos! It’s Wednesday Wisdom time and here is your word. ~•Halcyon•~ (Adjective: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous) Use this word in your poem/quote and bring out its beauty. Remember, the word should have a significant use in your write-up.
