Momento

leaves fall from branches in the autumn branches fall from trees a a storm the tree however knows no time It knows only day, and night, and that short time in between when you can't quite tell what exactly it is. It is not dawn nor dusk but a moment one short moment where everything is wrapped up into a ball of nothingness and wholeness everything. one. But you blink and POOF! gone. a fleeting moment I wonder what the leaves think as they tumble to the floor where they become crisp and their brilliant colors fade what happens to us when we fade or are we already faded is our brilliance another illusion of the sun that tricks the earth in summer or are we in fact truly brilliant