Autumn,
At Summer's end...
Growing one color
Separating differences...
Looking out at the growth of man
many sheltering here...
The bright crimson leaves
Softly calling for the rain...
The power flows through my very bone,
I see myself in a field of glorious wildflowers...
The rain fell down strong
Yet the sun smiled bright...
The air seems different
Smells fresh and sweet...
Autumn leaves of brown and red,
Melting slowly from the deciduous trees...
First there is unrest in the air
The turbulence rises there...
Listen to your heart
your parents always say...
Towering into the clouds,
God's most beautiful creation in this world...
I'm walking the rain...
Wondering why I don't feel a drop...