as the last leaf falls from its bare tower
the ground piles into crisp formations of fall.
i love watching the frozen leaves wake up to the sun
they say goodmorning to the crackling friends beneath.
oh how i wish i was like them, diving from the sky
leaving home in a gracious leap to freedom.

as the first flower blooms into a bed of his favorite friends
the tree and it's new leaves of forest green crowd those once bare limbs.
the rains are gone for the time being, and the sun reminds them of a life worth living.
i love to see the living bouquet, blowing in the blustery winds.
i wish i could be like them, living to see the bees and butterflies, and seeing the sun say goodbye.
how simply blissful they must be.