Lonely leaf on winter's way, I see you tumbling absent gray.
Brown your autumn vein and kiss, I see you stumbling with great bliss.
Up and down your flight and fall, I see you crumbling as you brawl.
Against the snow like cloud and sky, I see you fumbling a whispered cry.
You're an enemy of all that springs, a microcosm of deathly things.
Yet I hope this journey one of fun, a last hurrah beneath our sun.
For though we're not alike or same, I know you far from being lame.
So fly along the coldest path, while I for one seek my bath.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 7:14 PM UTC
Lonely leaf on winter's way, I see you tumbling absent gray.
Brown your autumn vein and kiss, I see you stumbling with great bliss.
Up and down your flight and fall, I see you crumbling as you brawl.
Against the snow like cloud and sky, I see you fumbling a whispered cry.
You're an enemy of all that springs, a microcosm of deathly things.
Yet I hope this journey one of fun, a last hurrah beneath our sun.
For though we're not alike or same, I know you far from being lame.
So fly along the coldest path, while I for one seek my bath.