fall

Leaves fall in the month of november I look up and stare in wonder the sky glistens with the light the sun shining ever so bright we say this is how things are if only we can look from a far to see what we may not that would be a trembling thought if what we thought isn't true then maybe our sky isn't blue for the trees are not green what is this we have seen the world will continue to go round until we find the holy ground