The fall is here
the tree wants to be bare
but before the last leaf falls
let there be a bright orange hue
let there be a crimson red dew
let there be a brown mound of residue
each falling leaf is like a passing second
the seconds go by, the tree goes bare
the life goes by, our moments in a heap
the tree stands tall, ready for next winter
our souls move out, to meet the new house
the leaves lie there, rotting and degrading
slowly melting in the soil, joining the green
the green shoots of life, take rebirth
each new leaf, taking forever to grow
in the spring of life, the tree is full
happy leaves, sunshine, and chirping hopeful
in the watch, the second-hand ticks away
in the journey, the stations pass away
on the tree, the a falling leaves betrays
the one that flew away with the wind
perched on the window sill
makes me wonder if there is life still?
far in the yonder, fresh and green!
thataurorasky 