I wish for:
the fall
the transition
the change
of everything,
all that we knew
or thought we knew

of the leaves,
their greenness stretching upward,
in love with the blueness above,
they reach, thinking
they could touch
the sky,

I wish on:
their love
that changes all things
to gold
that yellows all things
in age
(You decide which)

I wish because:
as we descend with them
as we shift toward the tomorrow-place,
away from the beloved,
the sky,
we will finally know
whether we are
golden
or yellow,
brittle, and broken.