Tinderbox of the world
Waiting for the match
That can undue the progress
But alas
Is it even the fear
That we have
But rather we must see
The hope through the ashes
From a world
That has been pulled back
From the ledge
Of the depth of brashness
Undone from the beginning gun
Run
Run
From the losses that reign
Triumphant over humanity
Take the feather of the bird
And place it in your hand
Only to have the wind blow away the
Delicate fibers
Then you will understand
News upon the horizon
Can spell disaster now
Upon the once great
Old town
How to know the truth
From behind the curtain
The mask laid bare
The mourning of the confusion
Subtle lies
To make the world
Lay down
So take the lead
From the world
At large
We are twisted in the world
Made in the darkness of night
For the darkness grows in weakness
In the lack of light and air
The wickedness grows like roots
In a tale twisted in fate
The fire of truth being extinguished
But not fearing
For the light will return
And the truth will win
On a day that no one
Expects
What is that in the distance
Cool but even
In a world destroyed in the aftermath of
Desperation and manipulation
The tables of time have turned
Upon their heads
The salve of the hour
Has arrived
As the searing truth
Has yielded to the seeing
A blinding light
And to those who are aware
And look away
They shall rejoice
In the light of day
That has come from the truth
For only the truth
Can set us free
The blinding light of searing truth
Turn the righteous away blind
Those meek souls who are protected
Rejoice in the truth
For the light has set them free
From the soil and humid hot summers
To the depths of a winter cold
Bursting through the spring mood
Into the fields of color of fall
Making the light orange as it falls
Over the earth
Quietly turning
Bringing the change of
See the world
As it moves
And brings life and change
To our lives
In the light of the season
Orange in it’s hues
To the nights
And the chills
Evening through
Take the breathe of light
Into the depth of the lungs of past summers
To take in the night
Crisp as all
So here are words homaged
To the days of fall
To the ground they fall
With the winds of change
Season of fall
Upon the ground they
Bend away
Into the dirt
There they stay
To come back
In the feeding of the trees
So the renewal season
Is now upon us
In a season of change
When nothing will remain the same
Under the sun of orange glow
Where the leaves fall and go
Into the night and into the land
From the woods and into the
Winds of time
From these winds blow to the place
Where the leaves go silent
And not even a trace
Of summer will last
The maple from the seasons harvest
In the crisp autumn sets
The fire of the evening burning
One last flame
As the fall set’s in
October at the fence line
While the moon sets the leaves
As the cold and warm intertwine
To bring the season of pumpkin
Again and again
