Falling Like Autumn Copyright © Andrew Underwood 2011

High, high tree
I can behold your tee-
-tering, skeleton bark, a
body which cradles me in these
branches, these leafy, dark arches,
and sways, sways, sway as it sees,
The wind-reeling thermals, the
Autumn-feeling turmoil
of the under-

 -tow, of 
 the low 
 breeze, 
 which 
 caresses 
 and whee- 
 -zes the 
 trunk, and 
 tosses 

                crinkle            lea-
                                            -ves
down
to the ground, as sounds of grass rustle and whistle and laugh, and summer bugs
bite and grieve for dying shoots, of trodden dirt, and sodden earth turn-
-ing and worming
its way down
to
Roots
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