Shades of orange and green and yellow Settle upon the ground Twilight wind blows through the trees As the leaves dance, and twirl, around
Painting a perfect picture, the colors that match so well The windsβ whispering chants, casting a shadow of a spell Listening to the echoes of tangents of thoughts Words moving quickly to avoid being caught
The rushed nature of the world and the words that move within Leaves the observer waiting, wondering, where do I begin? Inhaling crunchy autumn air as if tasting leaves from off the ground Listening to the wind howl and tear while not making a sound
Time moves faster and faster, but at a constant pace The preoccupying obstacle being the finish line of the race But time seems to hold still as the trees bend with the wind When you listen, take it in, youβll know where to begin
Allowing yourself to see with both eyes is a rare commodity Constantly changing subjects, society as comedy Blinded by issues, the light in our eyes makes it hard to see But I live with my eyes open and my being, free