Autumn Fall
I see fire float down the wind
In the shape of leaves with souls painted in heat within,
Finally free from their brown shackles
The thirst for water, the sun running down their skin;
Free to have direction guided by that flying wind.
No worries of drought,
What they know to be mother natures sin,
But soon the waters do pour down,
And they’re pushed down to earth
And down the gutters to be drowned.