Season of Change
The season of change
The air turns crisp
The leaves. a wisp. of what they used to be
But they still shine on
as dying lights
& embers of the earth
for those who still wish to see
The season of change
The air turns crisp
The leaves. a wisp. of what they used to be
But they still shine on
as dying lights
& embers of the earth
for those who still wish to see