Burning Leaves - SilencioBarnes
The trackless maze, infinite passes Winding between brown and russet Reds like youthful anger It’s during these times – Winter, no longer Summer’s distant past – That sparks become revolutions These dry and falling dreams Transform into bright and burning flames, Woe be unto the hand that seeks to stamp or control For fire burns And these burning leaves drift On the wind And in the end These burning leaves Shall blanket the Earth