Autum leaves fall, as warmth is scarce.
New feelings, from forgotten memories.
Of the last time fall was called.
Every year, the leaves come down.
They find new life, on the ground.
It happens every year, without a sound.
The cycle goes on, but for how long?
An irreversible cycle. But not forever.
Cycles never end, so forever is wrong.
What is forever?
Forever is not so long,
For she said forever, but now she's long gone.
So to say forever, would be wrong.