Acceptance

In her bough, no blossom withered
nor ever a leaf did fall.
while season aged hither-
-come autumn,
she has shed them all.

Relief !

 Thought ceased and the mind raced.
 For the singular wish, a search ensued.
 Breath held ,I wished hard,
 With closed eyes gazing up at the dark.
 Gazing up at the dark, I wished hard.
 In my night sky , “a shooting star!"