Silently Lulled

Falling leaves they're like parchment memories they're crisp and stronger than ever before. Falling in your lap; change trajectories hand clasping - the seed of the sycamore and as it does in nature's store, the winds howl the tree-bares-all. Naked autumn-fall roots on this earth so deep, they groan and growl never willing to lose an inch of bedroll but as all things collapse, so does - the mind into its own-rich-black velvety mulch, that resembles ourselves consigned these amber pages, which drop, silently lulled we give up our evergreen fripperies tongue and cheek our emerald mysteries.