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
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