A Time To Leave

Just a wisp, of a whispering
That gently lifts,rusting, rustic leaves
Subtle fading hues, of yellows, and reds
Ageing, a varicosity. of ebbing life
Cast along, under a darkening silver sky
Dry, and parched, with gnarled time
Fading echoes, of former glories
Where once, they reigned supreme
Amongst higher ambitions
Attached to thrones, that dust the skies
Where the world, lay beneath
Now withering, and aged
Their colour still revealed
Secrets of their former glories
And beautiful charm
As they are now swept along
A greying earth
Soon to crumble, into non-existence
The leaves have left
The trees, now bare, and barren
Silhouetted shadows
Against a dark, and dreamy
Moonscape
by Jemia