Full embrace of the hilly scenic view,
I feel a cycle of living.
The dwindling leaves paint pictures of you,
They spirally fall, slowly giving...
Themselves to the Earth’s art,
Like a subtle breeze, they will rise again.
For the Autumn leaves reflect their bark -
With an eventual inward ascend.
Full embrace of the halo shine - on the vine,
With all the things that could’ve been done.
A Pupil of Hope, an Iris of Life; they forget the time,
Descending under the sun.
I think I’m sick of searching for bliss, I’d prefer to live in the now
Yet with every mournful gale, the leaves fall and rise somehow.