Rake Your Leaves

Today the sun will show but it’s getting cold, ruining conversation
The trees, they get to lose their leaves
I envy them with every forecast
The wind gets in and burns the skin like a battleground super ninja
I’ve heard nothing but good things
I bet we like the same things
I’ll rake your leaves
The ground is getting cold, green is letting go, gathering lost attention
And when the words they seem to mean nothing other than gusts of wind and…
What’s missed outweighs the risks for this, causing problems with the smallest
of actions
I’ve heard nothing but good things
I bet we like the same things
I’ll rake your leaves