Golden Leaves

[I wrote this will driving through the mountains of West Virginia] Leaves changing and falling Shades of black hills gold A glimpse of forgotten civilizations A reflection of infinite souls The stripping away of thought Spinning down like ideology Things that were once a religion Becomes just another mythology Thoughts of molten waves Passing hills of golden splendor Which illusion of beauty Will the next wave render? The moderation of Aristotle? The dreadful mask of Plato? Will man believe itself worthless Just because someone says so? Or will we face the chaos Refining deep in our core? A mine of untapped potential Ready for a smith to pour? Finding no one else to blame The realization of our worth And a sea of golden leaves As awareness advances forth