Distance and the Waving

Autumn’s creeping up
and there across the lot
stands a tree alone
just content to know
it’s leaves are still intact
and clinging to each branch holding on for the fear
of being naked
it’s a shame that you won’t be here to notice everything that’s changed
it’s a shame that you won’t be here to see this building taking place
it’s a shame that you won’t be around to hear us all recite your name in the
distance rows of waving timber
fight back the change blowing side to side in september
all the leaves that fall we remember
this thickened air is stealing all my rights to breathe
my backbone grows weaker than a scared crow with no wings
out here in the cold we soon will know what tragic is
in the distance rows of waving timber fight back the wind shadowing
i am aware what it brings but the weight of it all breaks a heart to quickly
find answers
ask no questions the wind brings out suggestions and leaves a deep impression a
tragedy.