autumn

The dust of autumn and the shades of brown,
the lifeless twig and the fallen leaf,
all dance when the winds waft.
For a moment the leaf uplifts,
dancing to the tune of the merciless wind,
oh how much it hopes to be a part of the shedding twig.
Remember, the songs of spring,
the golden sun and the butterfly wings,
they are all but a distant dream.
As the waft begins to fall,
a saddened leaf sends out wail,
the twig that was once its kin,
snaps its roots and joins the gale.
Settling next to the dying leaf, they embrace.
The dust of autumn and the shades of brown,
the lifeless twig and the fallen leaf.