In the quiet of the evening,
When the sun begins to fade,
I stand beneath the branches,
Where the colours start to play.
Whispers in the soft breeze,
Telling stories of the past,
As the leaves begin their journey,
Falling slow, they fly at last.
Oh, the leaves on the wind,
Carrying dreams, where do they go?
In a dance with the shadows,
They remind me of what I know.
Life’s a fleeting moment,
Like the leaves that spin and sway,
Every breath, a memory,
Drifting softly away.
Golden hues and crimson shadows,
Painting paths beneath my feet,
Each one tells a secret,
Of summer’s warmth, now bittersweet.
I watch them twirl and tumble,
In the cool, crisp autumn air,
They are whispers of the seasons,
Lessons of a life laid bare.
Oh, the leaves on the wind,
Carrying dreams, where do they go?
In a dance with the shadows,
They remind me of what I know.
Life’s a fleeting moment,
Like the leaves that spin and sway,
Every breath, a memory,
Drifting softly away.
And as the twilight lingers,
I feel the ache of change,
The world is ever turning,
Yet the heart can feel the same.
Though the leaves may fall and scatter,
Their beauty’s never lost,
In the cycle of the seasons,
We find meaning in the cost.
Oh, the leaves on the wind,
Carrying dreams, where do they go?
In a dance with the shadows,
They remind me of what I know.
Life’s a fleeting moment,
Like the leaves that spin and sway,
Every breath, a memory,
Drifting softly away.
So I’ll stand here in the fading light,
As the last leaves take their flight,
With a heart that feels the sorrow,
And the hope of a new tomorrow.
The CJBuzz 