As scattered leaves fall to the ground
Time
Echoes
Loud
Through silenced sound

No words are uttered nor required
No sound nor feeling leaves us inspired
No sight more captivating
No ryhmme or reason
Touches the soul
As  natures changing Season

Time slowly measured by each falling leave
As we embrace  the change in the air we  now breathe
So much long gone
In our haunted past
Measured temporarily
Nothing meant to last

All but an illusion
Our lives built on forever

Turning our backs
On the truth
Of never..........