The Hollow Leaves

Through the breeze
 A slight scent of mint
 The Sumer didn't even make a dent
 In the column of cosmic debris
 Hollow leaves with colors that bleed
 In Autumn the colors turn red
 To awake the barren lake
 Columns of petrified fragmentation awaits

 There is a reason for are being
 Red, yellow & grey
 Will set your course for a happy day
 Nature beckons us to draw near
 I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
 From a Summer sunset to a new day dawn
 Some even curse the day they were actually born
 It will take you higher then ever before
 Lest I implore another open door

 Life is made up with moments like these
 Through the hollow leaves
 We made are stake in claim in the game of life
 Amidst the trials & strife
 With humble hearts we choose to explore
 Onto so much more lest I implore
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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