It's time

Trees fades into the loneliness of the world  

as the sun sets

ready to repose

for tomorrow's day

Leaves withered like a man who has lost in his fight

covering the tracks of the railroad

covering the path

of the home

of others

As greens of the leaves become shallow

darkness invades

as if

there is no such thing

as privacy

Everything disappears

the tree that swayed with the wind

the railroad that is filled with people during the morning rush