As autumn comes, I stay behind and gather sounds she leaves for me.
She sings, ' be gentle, be kind, this is not always easy.
But if a man should ask for more, don't be afraid to give.
And when he dares not ask at all, then offer what you have. '
She shows me pine and cedar tree.
Magnolia, yew, and Tamarisk.
The evergreen is ever free.
I hear her, I remember this.
I shuffle with October leaves and worn out wings of butterflies.
Through water whispers grokking weeds, I sing her autumn lullaby.