Falling Leaves (leaves me pondering)
Little orange leaves
Gathered and quaking,
Upon the tree
The wind is shaking -
Where will you go, oh little ones
When you fall?
- I was hoping you'd take me with you
To the realm beyond it all -
There is a dream in my soul,
Of such far away places to go;
Where all the fallen leaves
Return to the original trees;
Where the questions of autumn
Are finally understood,
And we come to see
In the end, all is good.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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