Before the woe of fallĀ Ā
I wonder if leavesĀ Ā Ā
Know their fathersĀ Ā
From the forest crownĀ Ā Ā
To the quiet ground
If the birds will singĀ Ā
And nest a knotĀ Ā
Of twigs and sharp thornsĀ Ā
Among the topĀ Ā
Families will growĀ Ā
Before leaves will rot
The soil beneathĀ Ā
Will catch them softlyĀ Ā
While people watchĀ Ā
Hands on their coffeeĀ Ā
Pointing at the the crownĀ Ā
Of empty boughsĀ Ā
And the maple mounds
The roots will welcomeĀ Ā
The leaves, all brownĀ Ā
And teach it, of its fatherĀ Ā
With the peace of the ground
Their life is not wastedĀ Ā
Re-birthed when the soundsĀ Ā
Of birds and summerĀ Ā
Comes back around
Their fathers will be standingĀ Ā
To find them againĀ Ā
While they waitĀ Ā Ā
For the final wind against winterĀ
Before the final woe of fall