Sunlight and Leaves

 Yellow and green

The colour of sunlight upon the leaves

Swaying in the winds, whispering young dreams,

An odd, eternal picture-perfect feel

Yellow of a leaf

Drifting down from a brittle old tree

Lone and lost, caught in the bitter winter breeze

To meet its brethren at the somber sky's feet

Perhaps this is why I look upon the dancing sunlight and leaves in melancholy

We are as mayflies in the flow of time, that old statement hold true

But as transient as the trees through winter and spring, such facet we hold too.