A Tree Branch

[temptedsilence]

Wet Leaves, pasted to the side walk,
Like it's own piece of art work.
Framed by the sunlight.
Admired by the moonlight.
Freed by the wind,
That rips at the bark on the trees,
That refuses to leave.
Spreading roots through the ground,
To support all it's dreams.

Rain Drops rested on the tree tops,
To spectate as the world stops,
To watch autumn,
Flow from your toes to your finger tips.
Feel it on your skin,
Let it kiss your lips.
Colors that blend into you,
Sweep you up, off your feet,
Show you different views.

Streetlight's shining down the curved roads,
To show you the way home.
Lost in a tree branch,
Stretched over the night sky.
Shading your teary eye's,
To sensitive for the sun.

Let the time pass you by,
Like the cars on the street.
Feel the wind blow your hair,
The rocks hit your feet.
See the imprints, left by the wet leaves,
On the ground.
Like snowflakes, not a sound,
For your ears to hear.
Autumn calls like a single tear.