Dance of Leaves

And again, we’re leafs, only dancing in the wind hoping we land atop of gold

And always, the sunrise’s sweet serenade, only a melody that puts these leafs to sleep

To find some peace amongst the storm they’re lost inside, as leafs we never seem to reach

Even though the exit is sometimes our only destination, its never within our grasp



The wind plays its part in our play

But their has to be something

That plays a big part in the wind

Sometimes the leafs just need some air

Sometimes all we need is some fresh air



And even as we come so close, there comes along a breeze, and sometimes, a stillness

A stillness that instills these butterflies, some see as bees, only swelling up the heart

That by the time they see the butterflies, your looking down from clouds, staring, smiling at yourself

Staring as fall comes around, the birth of death at its peak, trying to blow some love onto the earth



The wind plays its part in our play

But their has to be something

That plays a big part in the wind

Sometimes the leafs just need some air

Sometimes all we need is some fresh air

And sometimes all we need is stillness, to finally land, to embrace earths sweet caress

No matter where we land, we just want to belong…