ah, time to break of this long hiatus with more
nonsense...
orange leaves on the sycamore tree
the violet hues of the morning glory fade
and wind settles into a melancholy tune
amidst fog figures move silent, unknowingly
no regard, no words spoken
hark, a beam of light
the intensity a warmth of hope
look to the sky in amazement, wonder and with blurry fear
only to realise
we're all human