On my street in my town
this time next year when golden-red leaves
rest upon a green mossy ground
will mark the first year
I let go of my fears
and,
I have released all of my tears
This time next year..
I will have done more for others
instead of myself
I will see where, perhaps...
there are ways I can help...
I'll be grateful for courage
and, my willingness to seek
all the challenges I have been shown to cheerfully meet
I will notice the tall mountain
that I bravely climbed
not turning once
to look down, or - behind
Yes, This time next year ...
I'll have turned over
my leaves
studying their colors
hidden beneath.