My life's ups and downs are like trees in the fall.
When summer has left and winter's soon to call.
I try to hold on to each leaf as it descends,
Knowing all will be gone as I reach autumn's end.

Standing there bare with no leaves left to lose.
I weather the snow while holding back all my blues.
Then the snow starts to melt and the world turns to mud.
The temperature starts to rise and my branches start to bud.

I'm reborn again at spring reaches it's zenith,
And back to full glory like a newly risen phoenix.
But spring goes on by and we're onwards to summer.
The sunshine is nice but the heat's still a bummer.

The thirst of my branches, all drying out quickly,
Makes the less fortunate among us start looking more sickly..
But "summer's lease hath all too short a date",
And the cool winds again start coming my way.

Feeling alive closing in on harvest season.
Temperatures dropping to something more within reason.
The leaves again change and the fall starts a new,
And still holding to life though there's nothing to do.

I rise and I fall with the seasons and tides
My highs and my lows weren't meant to coincide
My roots. My foundation. My branches show how I grow.
My trunk doesn't waver it just watches time flow.

I will stay the course with a strength that won't waver.
I'm tired of waiting for the hand of a savior.
Though winter returns I will somehow stand tall.
So from now on, I call it autumn, because I don't know how to fall.





© The Moonlight Bard