The Dance

The leaves, though they're dying still believe they are flying They soar taste the wind, paint the ground, scent the air The fall leaves abound and I dance the season among them for now I dance for the voyage that this bright Earth has made I dance for the Mother Sun, steadfast in her stay I dance for the rhythm that this world can't mandate I dance for the journey that I too must take The dressed Autumn leaves they play their lament They make it a melody on their last descent I can't sing along for I know not their song But I'll dance til their melody ends. Yes, I must dance til the melody ends.