Branches fall as time goes
Roots strengthen as health flows
And leaves fall out of reach.
Winter hits with strong chills
The inside becomes cold
Frozen from life
Numb by strife.
Though seasonal growth will come about
The figure of itself will change from a pout
But seasonal death will once again pilfer.
Vast change resulting in the same thing
Sounds a little like how insanity sings
So waiting will be best, till I see
A lengthy hope will
Fall, fall, fall
Out of reach