Where gentle sways will loan dismays to ebonies decay
I’ll sit and watch my life unfold in tussled feuds of grey
A backward glance to leaves that dance in crimson reds and browns
shall coat the pavement seamlessly in textured orange gowns
Beside the veins of artful gains that sewed themselves to bark
from seasonal occurrences that blossomed in the dark
I lift my head and slowly tread this multicoloured street
Defining all that’s changeable concluded in defeat
Though Mother Nature pushes on and strongly undermines
there’s power to redeem yourself when courage intertwines
Immerse yourself in falling leaves and sleeves that bleed the heart
For even in the clasps of time there’s always space to start
When yearly span propels the plan for resurrections fate
Be humble in the way you act and softly integrate
For there’s a world outside your door imploring you to try
A branch of simple reasoning uplifted to the sky
Where gentle sways repel the days my body needs to rest
I’ll sit and watch my life unfold where autumn liked me best
A backward glance to leaves that dance throughout my troubled past
Reminding me instinctively that nothing’s built to last