Crunchy leaves fall before my feet

Once so bright in the summer's eve

It's like the dreams I once held

So immaculate that they shine

Now they fall to the ground

Like shadows of yesterday

Fall right before my eyes

so fragile and brittle

One step forward

A single stomp

Then gone.



Yet hope comes again once more. This is what I hold on to. With a head held high and a spirit so bright.