Falling upon my head
Wishing they were not dead.
I knew this day would come,
Yet I told no one.
They already knew.
Darkness wants to play a bigger role,
As light still tries to gain control.
Darkness wins.
Light must slip into unconsciousness,
To let the rhythm of life continue its ignorant bliss.
They fall once more in colors of the most frightful sight.
They dominate nature's paint palate with a new height.
Fire scorches the sky as the day goes on.
At night they dance by the moon light brightly,
Awaiting the moment for morning's new lightly.
I knew this surreal chaos would not last long.
Soon the wind would be filled with a new song.
It fills the land and covers the sky.
This new song, brings a new apparel to our once fired sky.
It brings a new pure feeling of clean.
The winds blow without a hint of mean.
The fire has passed, but our earth is still pretty,
As the snowflakes start the dance with the witty.
::Zellem::
