Fallen Leaves

The fall is here

Withering leaves turning yellow

And slowly they fall

Swaying to the ways of the wind

Forming art on the land

Though never can we piece them again

Only to wait for Spring to come

When new green leaves will find their places

To fill those wonderous trees again

Fallen Leaves

Exactly how my heart feels

Waiting for spring to come

To mend the heart and fill it with joy