Fallen

Amid this solemn silence, comes a gentle cry,
As the lonely song of bluebirds fill the crisp air.
And watching from above, stand tall and empty trees
Whose branches bend down low, trying to catch their falling leaves.

The wind lets out a sigh and the leaves start to dance
A slow and steady ballet with an inaudible tune
While the sun sinks down low, taking with her the light,
Encasing everything we know in a darkness known as night.

The soft pale glow of the moon casts eerie shadows on the ground
As the steady hum of crickets sing nature’s lullaby.
And tiny children with their eye full of wonder,
Lay their heads on soft pillows and fall into a deep slumber.

And when everything has changed, and the world is dark and dim;
After the leaves turned from bright pigments to dark mahogany,
Listen to the silence, hear the whisper of an aged oak tree
Remember all the goodness, and the way things use to be.
~AG