Nothing falls quite like you
You come in like a thief, taking the ground and anything living with your decent
If I slumber with the stars
Your patterns will cover me, consume me
And I would never wake
But what a peaceful way to fall below
You are the symphony of a thousand shimmering sights in the night
Quiet and frozen
Is this also how the oaks fall?
Do you take them quietly as you decend?
Silent in sleep?
Without a trouble in their soul
Every night that I slumber with stars
My leaves grow longer
My branches grow thicker
Then I become the oak
What a peaceful way to fall