Picture silent beauty of the fallen
cascades over night in morning’s fresh dew
Would we lives would suspend among such few
swept in a seasonal breeze unspoken
While lives do merit certain ambience
having understood time in element
sweet farewell of arid temperament
with knowledge shelter a vortex of chance
In morning humanity know each day
means a spiritual guide wills a solace
swift is the timing of fortunate Grace
will soon a blossoming might lead our way
Demands seek urgency’s mortality
Cycle of life bestow such is beauty