Time's Descent

Falling down, the fiery leaves plummet to a cold rigid Earth. How time goes so fast, it soars. A gust of wind brings them home, to become a mountain for kids soon to appear. The wild paints dance on the artist's canvas. Capturing those thoughts, soaking up the canvas, each little idea is stuck inside the leaves. Flowering, the trees soon gather together and appear, out of nowhere. Beauty flowing as Earth spins, rotating around a burning star the gods call home. Colors still rising, reaching the mountains peak they soar. Biding their time the fuzzy robins soar around the artist's head, wanting a turn on the canvas. Eager mothers frolic with the children, dreading the trip home. Splashing around in the puddle, the robins avoid the leaves falling down upon them. The gravity of Earth gives its exceptions, just waiting silently for it to appear. Great oaks are still crying, remembering the first leaf to appear. Mothers with their children still pretending to soar are left unscathed by the dying on Earth. The horse hair brush splatters oil across the canvas, staining blood atop the flame colored leaves. The light slowly diminishes, robins returning home. Everything returns home it's time to disappear. With the leaves still trying to soar upon the painter's canvas. Resting on Earth. Planet Earth is our home, a canvas to suddenly appear, as we soar along with the leaves. Night's last gleaming sheds light on the canvas, with leaves to appear at home on this planet Earth to forever soar.