Falling Leaves

They move in a flow
An unbeatable blend of colours
Landing very low
The shape changes to an unknown
The branch left naked,out in
The chilly night

The ground keeps the count
Waiting to board
The concealed pattern
The booze of water ruining
The concealed pattern , changing to the narrow

The season depart
The unspecial became special
Revival of the flow
The sand left awake
The branches refilled
Rejoice takes place
A season is born