Don’t you hear the leaves singing
endless tale of life?
To live is to know that
you have to let go sometimes.
What if they also
refuse wind’s hand and
join stubborn hearts in strike?
What will be the point of seasons,
all the moments and wasted time?
Let go, breath, forget about
the ones who left,
Fall, fly along with your heart
towards the land of abandoned joy.
Autumn taught me it’s okay to change
Sometimes, it’s must and best,
To be a tree resting in winter
instead of being a volcano to destroy.