Feeling the warm rays of golden sunlight,
their gentle touch carresing
my exposed skin
as I lay still listening, watching...
The murmurr of the leaves
a whispering all of the secrets never heard,
as they dance to the gentle song of the breeze
in colorful dresses of fire.
The sky and endless abyss of blue
spotted by the occasional whisp of a dissapating cloud.
The world is alive with the promise of change
and the colors of destructive fire meeting those vibrant colors of life.
The warmth mixes with the cold that promises death
a new ending for a new beginging.
The songs of the birds still fill the air
with a disonant harmony,
and leaves oblivious to the change
continue in their colorful celebration.
I lay in the grass watching,
to the festivities of change
thankful for what will remain
and for what is to come,
listening to the Autumn Song.