When Things Begin to Fall

When the sunlight begins to fade
And the squirrels start to scurry
A change is in the air
Whether we are aware
When things begin to fall

The temperature is dropping
And the covers are needed in the nights
Soup begins to soothe
The cold that bites
When things begin to fall

The trees start to shed
And their limbs appear exposed
“Like a city without walls”
Character cannot be composed
When things begin to fall

Trees drop their pleasantries
That which gives them their identities
The ugliness of necessity
And survival is pellucid
When things begin to fall

Yet there is not just one season
In which a plant is a vivid liaison
Of a time of death and life
In this space and time which starts
When things begin to fall

The fallen leaves are not completely lost
In a vast forest of nature’s cost
Their death is the plant’s gain
In which it is sustained
When things begin to fall

This new life begins next spring
As a creator to the canvas He brings
A new hope, a new life
And sacrifice fit for a King
When things begin to fall