they're falling
leaving the space for the time behind.
but they're still green,
they dont want to live,
they didn't lived to see the end.
premature death full of uncertainty.
at long as they last falling i'm fine,
I just want to see their path gently rub the wind and cut the air.
leaving no space for my breath.
fleeting beauty moving in spirals .
I loose myself ,
in a jungle of orange.
there trying to reassemble my olds sunsets,
those that I used to worship,
helping me to remember while they die.
for a moment I stare at they and bow
while i gather myself together
and walk away.