The Cycle of Life

The wind blew the leaves away, for it was the end of times The leaves dried and had fallen, for it was on the cold ground The thoughts of being tethered to the warm support Of the love and embrace, it was wonderful times The love had forsaken the once tender leaves It was the autumn time, the days they are left to fall away The dimming memory of leaves, to see the glory of sun To dance to the tunes of singing gale Alas it was their end of times The kid on the block walked over the pile of them all Asked his father, why this happened at all "the love of tree, shouldn't make it to keep them in its fold" Father smiled, he replied this wasn't the end of this all For the day will come when the sun will again be up, in its full glory The cycle of life and death will again swing And a day will come when you will again walk over the leaves, and maybe i wont be there