The Reflection of Shadows
A collection of moments
Golden-red, the leaves are plenty,
Hanging by a thread with care.
Waiting for the music's rhythm
'Till they dance with you in air.
Playing in a nearby meadow,
Lifting here and there a tune,
Rising up and plunging downward,
Dancing to a deaf man's tune.
Branches creek as you blow by them,
Knowing now it's time to rest.
All their leaves have left them lonely,
Now they welcome snow and mist.
Children hurry off the playgrounds;
With your strength you bring the cold.
Tiny swirling crystal diamonds
Flutter down to those below.
All the shivers, all the moments-
First the fall and then the night,
All the whispers that you've stolen
Captured in the breath of time.
Hanging by a thread with care.
Waiting for the music's rhythm
'Till they dance with you in air.
Playing in a nearby meadow,
Lifting here and there a tune,
Rising up and plunging downward,
Dancing to a deaf man's tune.
Branches creek as you blow by them,
Knowing now it's time to rest.
All their leaves have left them lonely,
Now they welcome snow and mist.
Children hurry off the playgrounds;
With your strength you bring the cold.
Tiny swirling crystal diamonds
Flutter down to those below.
All the shivers, all the moments-
First the fall and then the night,
All the whispers that you've stolen
Captured in the breath of time.
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