The leaves fall down,
My motivation too.
Just yearning for winter
Or something else to do.

I cling on, push myself
With each and every task.
I'm barely hanging on,
It's too much to ask.

To the branches and twigs,
The leaves remain strong.
Stacks form beneath them;
They will all join the song.

Yet as the leaves fall,
I can see a clearing.
My vision is regained;
My ears are hearing.

There's beauty around;
The foliage is red.
It merely suggests change;
The trees aren't dead.

Instead of wilting
Just like the flowers,
I can enjoy the minutes
And be present in the hours.

Floral death lies amongst
The pumpkins that grow;
When the days are long,
It's okay to take it slow.

The children find joy
In trick-or-treat.
There's maple, pumpkin,
And apple to eat.

In autumn you may
Lose your spark,
Just as the maples
Expose their bark.

There's also the chance
To ******* your boots.
Stay grounded like the oaks
Who find strength in roots.

he took this cold, icy heart,
and turned it to water.

with one touch, he releases
the tension held within.

a frown that won't budge,
flips.

without moments together,
sweet turns sour.

a flicker, a glow.
happiness when you see it,
plants thriving in its presence.

a candle flickering,
the sun shining,
a bulb glowing.

a glimpse in what
was formerly dark
and impossible to experience.

light gives us life,
and shows us Earth's beauty.

the spark of a lightning bolt,
invoked insomnia from blue screens,
misguided sea turtles.

it creates a bright life for all around,
yet it blinds the careless.

i try so, so hard to please.
put others' needs before my own,
so they can breathe while i wheeze.

while i am sick
and they are well,
i give them heaven
while i'm going through hell.

i feel the guilt
when i care for myself,
so i put them on a pedestal
and give myself the bottom shelf.

it's crazy how loud the world is,
yet so silent.

if you open your ears, there's much to hear.
yet, it's easy to block it out.

distractions: some good, some bad.
school for some, work for others,
maybe a relationship, maybe mothers.

you truly focus on one moment at a time.
is it the past? the future?
but the present is fine...

why must we worry?
why be anxious?

there's silent beauty all around.
the sunrise, a squirrel scampering.
the noise, however, can overcome it.
what if we stopped and appreciated the quiet?
our heads would calm, and stop the riot.

much to do,
and much to say.
places to travel
every which way.

whenever you're lost
in what to do,
listen to your heart
and follow no one but you.