My goodness the trees!
How tall they grow together
With long winding roads
Leading to a friendly feast
Where apple pie is best pie

These tears freely fall
Like leaves on an autumn breeze
How fragile we are
With uncertain tomorrows
Paris Mon Coeur tend la main.

I am perplexed by
The season of this morning
Cloaked in Autumn’s robes
I am kissed by Summer’s crown
But encased by Winter’s howl.

No matter my cries
I have no sway with the sun.
Like an autumn leaf
I toss and turn with the wind
And fall awake with sunrise.

the days grow colder

but our fire burns within

we may battle winds

and rough tides may be ahead

let them fill tomorrow’s sails