When telling someone of these things that you know.
It may cause the look of confusion to grow.

Ideas from you, over heads they do zoom.
Acquire less problems by reading a room.

Call you a ****** and locking you down.
The brotherhood hidden, inside every town.

A better solution, is try to lay low.
Think through your words before letting them go.

Wait when you're with someone, that has the sight.
Giving no judgement to wrong or to right.

All of the knowledge that's flowing to you.
In some space and time, it will always be true.

Stop wasting your time, telling those that can't see.
This group of people, will never be free.

Instead look to those that can see and that care.
They're often the ones, that the children all stare.

So chose very wisely, to those that you talk.
Find that the middle's the right place to walk.

Mother nature sings,
Mother nature weeps of joy,
She rushes to open every window,
Letting the euphoria sink in,
She reaches out and hugs the world,
Her voice so powerful,
Her golden tears dripping down,
Turning everything a fairytale,
Opening up her golden gates.

The trees they have long been deprived of mother natures touch,
At last, there seen, she hugs them tight,
For they have waited far too long-
The leaves turn crimson,
As she gently paints them.

The people wake up to natures gift,
The wind warm yet it still brushes you away, it echoes autumn's name.
Everything is a warm hug,
The world is maturing,
A toddlers dream,
So full of color-
A real life color book,
Full of crimson—gold and amber too.

Waking up in natures arms.
With sparkle in its eyes.

The world,
Wakes up,
On the day of autumn.

tawny leaf-littered
autumn's cold chill
amber sun, filtered
one tree, one hill

smoky-water rains
water scented earth
heart-loss pains
worms unearth'd

bristled seeds drift
sunset winds, rest
fluff and dust admidst
a heaving chest

sun-warmth falter
cloud coats gold
body upon an altar
everything turns cold

Always autumn in me
The plunge to the ground
The pull of the wind
I approach the end as autumn does
Slowly,
                    
                     Lingering in cold mornings

Never winter in me
Never snow or ice
Always only the movement towards
If it is autumn always
There may not be any spring
One cannot be reborn
                     In such a chill as this
There may never be summer
                     In such a wind as this
Autumn in my soul
This movement unto shall be enough for me
                     This movement unto shall be enough for me

Through monochrome skies
I watch the
stippled
Leaves of auburn
rot.
as time turns back
to that one autumn,
We parted through cooling ashes
leaving my heart's blood
to fall as red leaves

I want to be your scarf,
So soft and mohair,
To warm you in snowfalls
And even in rainy autumn.

I will embrace your neck
Like a mother cradles her child.
I’ll save the warmth for you.
Put on the scarf, be so kind.

I want to be your scarf.
Oh, don’t wear scarfs? Well now,
If I can’t softly warm you,
I’ll be your skin somehow.