Cast your leaves, trees unfettered
autumnal colors inked with a crow—
like my heart it's wing beats go
and leave me but just one feather.

These winds will do as a parting kiss,
but don't cast down a shadow gloom.
For you bring back the flower bloom
and you'll come with to reminisce.

Keep in mind, my jet black heart:
You are not just subject to the storm,
you're wing and wit, Olympus born
and our embers always kindle to a fire start.