Fall Song

Smell of fall is in the air Day and night at each other tear People throw coins to wishing well at park square Aurochs is being chased by Bergman’s bear The wind paints the colors of the leaves on trees They fall off with the breeze Along with chestnuts that will form new shoots after the freeze The last bits of pollen is collected by honey bees Deep in the forest all day long You might fallow nightingales’ song But you never find mushroom ten feet tall and imbedded so strong That you could not tear it out with truck much less a tong But mushroom like that you might find In the deepest recesses of your mind The essence of growth in the mushroom entwined To which most of the world is blind