Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Beautiful Fall
The wind came with such a force,
It dusted the fading leaves
From the tops of the trees.
They trickle down, down, down,
Swilring to the ground in a
Pattern similar to dance.
Settled on the ground like confetti,
The leaves whittle away as the
Rains pound them to oblivion.
The clouds rush by in a hurry
And the blue has disappeared into
The gray put of a sky that has become fall.
11-6-09
It dusted the fading leaves
From the tops of the trees.
They trickle down, down, down,
Swilring to the ground in a
Pattern similar to dance.
Settled on the ground like confetti,
The leaves whittle away as the
Rains pound them to oblivion.
The clouds rush by in a hurry
And the blue has disappeared into
The gray put of a sky that has become fall.
11-6-09
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The Beautiful Fall
The Beautiful Fall