Leave’s, like thoughts in my head,
Swirling, cascading.
The colors raining, the background fading.
I watch the show from my bed,
Through my eyes
and into my head.
Colors,
Running after each other.
They follow the train of thought,
A bird catches one,
The leafs caught.
She carries to a near-by tree
The others left to be,
She puts into her nest of thoughts.
But,
unsatisfied,
she leaves for more.