Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Leaves


The leaves
Fall and that’s good
We’ve made it
Through another season
And I remain as untouched
By the human hand
As the leaf
On the tallest oak tree
I lived through another summer
Twisting in the wind
Being washed by the rain
And warmed by the rays
Of the sun
And it was beautiful
As the moon
Turned his smile down at me
In the middle of the coolest night
But today that leaf
Glides and tumbles to
The forest floor
And we have so much in common
But no touch


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