As October winds blow the tree bare,
She feels as though a piece of her life is written on each leaf,
And she wonders how she can endure each one's demise.
If she could,
She'd push the wind away
And keep the colors hanging in the treetops as they are.
But the tempests are stronger than her wishes
And nothing can stop them now.
So like her reticent heart,
These autumn leaves must surrender themselves
Because she is powerless to save them.
And as she watches their precious shapes floating down around her,
She knows that letting go will be harder for her
Than for them....