Leaf

by:me

With every leaf that falls away, 

It marks the time, a passing day

From green, to yellow, brown and red,

Words for the future, now gone and said,

The trees grow older, bodies too,

Once tiny fingers, helpless, new,

One day to wrinkle, tire out

From picking leaves while going 'bout.

 Wonder never leaves us, no

But we the shoo-ers, too busy, go

Along our path of hurried haste,

Magic laying in the waste.

So take a moment, steal away,

The moments sing, make hours sway,

Calm and slow, a lullaby,

Your minutes stop, there's no good bye

Just simple gathering of colors bold,

Before the ground is barren, cold.

For a now, a moment, soft wind blows,

Here and now a rare love grows,

So grab it while its yours to take,

These memories are yours to make.