When Colors Laugh With the Wind...

the autumn leaves float about and crisscross my path they look like children running around having a good laugh or are they like the ideas we each have of our own childhood that one memory that we want to relive if we only could a glimpse of a shadow rainbow is created by the swirling leaves and the silent hint of winter is spoken by the trees the secret beauty of the fall is starting to fade away like those reminiscing thoughts growing fainter day by day are their colors holding replies to the lost ideals we once held dear or are they nothing less than how they appear but a cool gust flushes them along to the next wondering man I hope he will be reminded of where his happiness began