Contagion sweeping the leaves on the ground
Over the grim grieving goliaths
Brushing and crinkling under the wind’s weight
Whoosh…and they all pass by
Contagion sweeping the leaves on the ground
Over the grim grieving goliaths
Brushing and crinkling under the wind’s weight
Whoosh…and they all pass by
A million leaves in a simple world,
All attempting to attain the same destination
On with our lives! one more shrill cry
Just before anguish on the reflection
Of a soul contemplating exit
Succulent summer breeze becomes the tragedy
Enter harmful frigid cold visage
For you shall now be my comfort