When the petals fall gently to the fresh soft...
I think of todays importance...

The breeze dances through the leaves,
the Maple begins to sway with ease...

Broken into milestones,
the things you've done in life...

Everyone seeming to push me,
where I don't want to go...

She swept into the room,
the epitome of grace...

Sitting at the table. Coffee cup in hand.
Listening to rainfall, gracefull as it lands...

When do we cross the line,
of drawing much to close...