Air transitions
Hums tradition
Shakes the park upside down
A curious contrast
A coloring contest
Brightly covers the ground
Small things; they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary
And one by one fall from grace
To my feet, they cling unintentionally
From the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily
The sky has stepped out, my shade has come down
My shadow cannot withstand.
The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace.
I flutter into the hands of circumstance.
Small things; they're all involuntary
My colors dim and vary
And one by one fall from grace
To my feet, they cling unintentionally
From the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily
