The trees are shades of orange, red, and yellow
Seeping down feeling mellow.
The dying leaves scream of change.
It’s a beautiful exchange
We find the colors swirl around
In our hearts love is found
The quiet rustling a whispering sound.
We weave and bob through our life
The wind cuts through like a knife.
Swallow some apple cide
Uncomfortable but don’t decipher
The leaves their...