No one told me it would last this long,
endlessly throwing logs in to the fire to prevent the end of our song.

Silently responding to them,
without them even knowing they were speaking to you.
Watching their lives go by, as yours stands right there,
patiently waiting for your stories to align.

The song of green and brown,
whispered by the wind through countless branches and leaves.
A touching song sung by many silent hearts,
often perceived as a tender silence.

Captured by nature's beauty and silenced by her song,
moving with the roots as you learn to let yourself go.
Let yourself feel with your lips sealed,
your feet hidden beneath the warm- and cold-coloured leaves.

Leaves that rush by like an everlasting melody of harmony.

Seeking recognition in moments I am not proud of myself,
reassurance of the non-existent.
Stacking insecurities on to a fragile shelf,
just to collapse in to the floor and forget where it even went.