Precious sells fish
In Linstead market
Calling out the prices
A long line of traffic
We follow to
On a street
That a parade passes.
taking us ...
As we stand outside
(celebrating our past)
... into the future
Leaves are changing
My leaves hang on
Cling to myself
As I change
From red, to brown, to yellow, to green
I wrap my leaves around me
Pretending they will keep me warm
Throughout the next season
I hold my head up high
As I walk along the forest floor,
twirling leaves under my feet whisper,
They guide me along a path to wisdom,
Towards an ageless place
That I will find empty with activity
Waiting to teach me what I do not know
I follow the teaching of the leaves
Which gracefully unearth the truth
About the age in time where I stand
Sending messages throughout the air,
"This is the time when the leaves are changing"
I walk down the path towards hope
Where people will see me
And be kind.
The vines spin along the floor Twisting and turning, Crawling up
the brick wall.
When will I be kind?
I refuse to use you.
When will I be kind
And choose to see you through these eyes?
Tomorrow is another day.
I can't hold on until then.
I can't hold on anymore.
The vines are true to me
Taking me to a place I know