TUNE WITH WINDS

Both saw and see
A leaves rain
Travel where went
Your branches of choices

Consequences to feel
And accept how are
To not punish yourself
That nothing was in wain

Each with your burden
Like an unsual cross
Carrying by chance
Own pain of being one

Curly in my fur
Head down to argue
By the tune of winds
My sins to flow

God hears me
At least my cry!
Why of your choice...
I endure such pain?