My fern child a little frond all rolled up tight forever hiding from the light why is it you are not like the others a clever sister and noisy brothers some of us find we can thrive in shade I guess that's just the way you were made
Walk with me in Autumn do not tread soft upon the leaves enjoy and stamp and feel them crumble kick them as they swirl and tumble a carnival of mellow red and orange yellows swiftly gone its coloured caravans will soon be moving on
Cool winds of winter blow but soft upon the land not stronger let sparks of Autumn last a little longer don't huff so hard they lose their amber apple glow hold in your icy breath we do not want to see them go
To live a life unscathed is not to live at all the nature of existence means learning how to fall how can you know what's out there if you never jump off the wall