TO ALL MY CHILDREN: AUTUMN’S FALL

TO ALL MY CHILDREN: AUTUMN’S FALL
(September 2008)

 
As summer dies,
         We will wait,
         They will talk,
As they now are green,
         We will wait,
         For our gaze to see,
                    As they turn to Red,
                    As they turn to Orange,
                    As they turn to Yellow,
We will wait for Autumn’s Fall.
 
And when the color changes,
          They will say, “Ah, a new life.”
And Mothers whisper will say,
         “Yes, My Children”
 
And when they leave the trees,
          They will say, “Ah, now freedom.”
And Mothers whisper will say,
         “Yes, My Children”

And when the wind takes them away,
          They will say, “Ah, a journey”
And Mothers whisper will say,
         “Yes, My Children”
 
And when they begin to fall,
          They will ask, “Why?”
And Mothers whisper will say,
         “Yes? My Children—
                    The Fall must come,”
 
And when they settle to the ground
         They can only say, “But, this is death”
And Mothers whisper will say,
         “Yes, My Children—
                   As it is life.”
 
And then we will gaze at them,
         As they turn to rust,
         As they turn dry,
         As they turn to dust,
         As they begin to die,
And slowly, fade away…

And Mothers whisper will say,
          “Ah, My Children—
                    You are Home.