A Life Journey
Leaves shine yellow, orange and red as the
Sun breaks through each branch,
Setting the tree aflame.
Sparks jump and dance from the limbs and
Excite the quiet stream below.
The water rushes down the hill,
Crashing into rocks and boulders,
Leaving a mist of white behind.
The roar of the river warns all those around
To prepare for the danger approaching them.
But the signal comes too late.
Yellow, orange and red raft down the rapids,
Skipping, sailing, and diving.
Then, gasping for air, autumn
Drowns beneath the vehement currents.
Rushing rapids, exhausted from such a fight,
Quiet to a steady calm like glass.
Brown and tan, fashioning gashes and wounds,
Drift to their final resting place on the bank of the merciless water
As a memorial of the biased and unjust battle.