Fall a tree looses its leaves, as we do with
is we that are blown in the wind.
breeze of winter dawn cools the dry land.
begin to flutter as the dark night wins the long
As what was
once green becomes barren, for life has gone to sleep for another
crickets chirp nor do morning birds sing as the ripples in the water
thick and frozen in time.
we saw and breathed yesterday is gone.
we dream that the rivers will flow again, the birds will return with song,
and that tree will grow leaves anew.