The fall

"Look at all my colors", boasted the grass to the tree which had just lost them.

Pick any, all are a part of me.

Heart inflamed

I haven't yet let go.

I trust you'll hold me when I fall.

Once the leaves have fallen and the colors have faded,

The lonely path called out,

Will you be back in spring?

Now that you've inflamed my heart,

How about enchanting the soul?

Watch out

I can be moody!

And my colors can change!

And unless you come soon,
I will fade away.

Before we fall

The colours, they're coming!

See,

And they too,

I'm always there for you,

And yet, I'll miss you....

New Awe

Battery park, New York.

Grand Central Terminus