Dying leaves of the lightest branches

fall off the low-lying trees like veils

and they slip over of my eyes, so that

all I see is scattered nothing and

blue blackness in quiet, lonely time

I sink to the floor in fear and overwhelming feeling,

laying my head in damp earth and shrunken

flowers and soft mushrooms

then I rise my refreshed head with the radiant sun,

and I live and breath into a smile

I live and breathe

~Sammicakes