Sitting on an island
that was much too small.
It was covered in little gray pebbles,
I tried to sit tall.

The wind blew strong,
I huddled in my shawl.
I'm sorry my head ducked low,
it's just been too much this fall.

Leaves were swirling in the river before me,
and I uncurled from my ball.
The wind made waves in the water,
and I started to crawl.

The image was distorted,
I couldn't see it all.
The water keeps on rippling,
and I started to call.

Splashing at the water,
the face makes me bawl.
I look around at everything dying,
every time the leaves drop in Fall.