Tiny bells sing sweet melodies
Wind whispered notes
Fall to the heart.
He sits among the leaves
At peace in pose
Watching the world
Slowly move by,
Safe within the confines of time.
Standing under canopy
Trees shed their summer finery,
leaves moving from above to down
as the fall wind blows.
Large and varied,
Reds, yellows and brown
Falling down like colored flakes
Crackling as they touch their brethren below.
The rain will come and I will wait here
Roof covering my head
Yet a safe place to watch the earth changing
In the heartbeat
Of a season