Leaves are falling golden brown,
A child is sitting silent still.
Trees are whistling all around,
And wind is rolling down the hill.
The creatures watching not a sound,
The roaring autumn winds are here.
A child is feeling lost and found,
A mother watches close with fear.
A day of wisdom a day of light,
A day that turns through thick and thin.
A morning burns through dark and light,
And watches over with loving grin.
He begs forgiveness she sings a song,
He turns his head in a dreamless shame.
She pulls him close and teaches strong:
“This life is but a wasteful game.”
Forever more and forever like
A journey journeys asking more
The days are turning all alike
As Apollo laughs at the dirty poor
The boy he cries with a tearful cheer
As the mother gives him hope
“Why do you mourn for love and fear?”
“Life’s in a downwards slope.”
The mother laughs at her baby boy
Cynical in his youth
“Don’t cry my boy, I’ll give you love,
For love is the lasting truth.”