The Last Leaf

As the wind changes,
The fire burns more aggressively,
Including the wooden copice,
glowing like lit torches,
Sharing each others light in many ways,

But in concrete, there are many ways to love the moon,
Including traversing into a clearing and bathing in the light,
A sliver flash,
of vivid white,

Moreover, darkness was dropping on the scene,
So the mavericks lit themselves even more brighter,
Including their countless blazes and brightness,
Many people, including foxes would have seen a dash of gold
as the beacons of faith flashed past - like lightening,

So they found themselves faster than the speed of light,
including dashing past trees,
being together enclosed and honorable in every way,
It wasn't the darkness that perturbed them,
more the brightness of the reflection of their reality
in the lake of relatively
Tears were falling from their cheeks,
Where caverns opened and closed and longed for attention,

And when the sea and the land bonded, sparks rose,
including the fruits of life,
harmony chords were singing and buzzing,
We were wet, cold and miserable when we entered the inn...
Where familiar faces and facets welcomed our coming,

It was in these moments when we grew with confidence,
approaching any woman alive in the room,
where the main hustle and bustle was in the court-room,
where the eerie silence was disturbing and
is much worse than a loud, deafening chorus,

They enjoyed the oxygen whilst they can
And longed for more exhilaration,