And as last year leaves
Decay to layers of loam
What do we pass on?

And as last year leaves
Decay to layers of loam
What do we pass on?
Another day gone
Slipping through my fat fingers
Evening sun though leaves
Seasons recurring
The world outside keeps turning
My bones keep yearning
Leaves gather sunlight
And convert it into wood
Curious magic
In a sea of red
My blood has been shed, slowly
I return to dust
Wind strips branches bare
Waiting for my time to come
Only five leaves left
The falling leaves ask
Do we want to be happy
Or rather wallow?
Seasons lumber by
Though they change we don’t know why
The leaf’s final sigh
Where there is no sound
Beneath the cold leafy ground
That’s where I’ll be found
Corroded Oak leaves
Rustle in the autumn breeze
Rusted to their trees