behind the evening embers
we’re all embittered, at a cost
the harmony, soliloquy
is frozen by the frost
entitle one to hold the thrown
and grasp with dying breath
the ice to feel, the knee to kneel
cold cold hearts to cause an early death
every child who walks upon the earth we know has thoughts
“what do i do upon the leaves?” young mason learning cries
“i see the reason, but i may tell, the feeling that this brought”
“oh won’t one tell me, what they feel” upon the leaves he lies
“its just a time, am young not dying, but in this time i am caught”
he had a thought, just yesterday, and asked himself to reason
who he does have to lie in leaves, in autumn amber season
this time around, along the ground, foli-age is bright and blue
but year before, we knew no more, yet maple pages true
had come on when, the sun again, shown how it’ll always do
“so what am i” learning mason cries, “am i but a page?”
“to come and fall, just like them all, and wither with my age?”
“but they go fast, they melt away, and still i am here to stay”
“or so it seems, that’s all it seems, until my winter day.”
