When the Red Leaf Falls

When the red leaf falls it echoes with pounding relief, it sets itself free from the barren tree... When the red leaf falls, the canyons cry out their echoing, joyful call from wall to wall and the yellow wheat in the valley below blows a sigh of relief -- grief is blown from the exhaust of every downtown truck delivering pain and happiness in echoing stutters and stops. When the red leaf falls, the walls of China crumble, the ocean roars and spits and spins the howling winds, like some pumped up balloon that hasn't been tired, being set free beneath the blue-black sky, speckled with fluff of cotton candy clouds from Montana to Madrid, covering the continents with blankets of blaring red and gold passion...