3. The Falling Day
The leaves rustle on the ground
as I walk through the woods,
the sun warms my back,
as if the sun itself
is to be kissing me goodbye,
As I walk into the old cabin, the sun starts to disappear . .
Just like my family,
plucked from my hand,
the leaves fall, tapping on the windows,
as if they want me to enjoy their presence.
I walk outside once more,
Golden yellows &
gorgeous purples and vibrant greens,
I fall to my knees, wishing the fall goodbye,
the colors blur, as I breathe my last goodbye, the leaves tickle my hand,
then I fall to mother earth, she takes me in and holds me as she covers me in a blanket of colorful leaves.
Thus, let this be...my falling day.