Leaves like embers
The night grows cold as the sun hides behind the loaming hills throwing shades of color like stained glass.
The wind runs straight through cloths chilling straight to the bone and all I can do is laugh.
The cold may come, and darkness may rise across the ever expanding sky, but trees still smile brightly in their varied shades of red, yellow and brass.
Falling and floating in the wind, dancing with light and shadow they sing and whisper with a vivid and flagrant look to the eye
And with one strong gusto the storm the air and drift like embers in the night.
The wind runs straight through cloths chilling straight to the bone and all I can do is laugh.
The cold may come, and darkness may rise across the ever expanding sky, but trees still smile brightly in their varied shades of red, yellow and brass.
Falling and floating in the wind, dancing with light and shadow they sing and whisper with a vivid and flagrant look to the eye
And with one strong gusto the storm the air and drift like embers in the night.
