Fall

The season's falling faster

than the pumpkins dare to slump

That the leaves go passing after

for the dew to form their sump

And the heat goes passing faster

for the wind to feel it's shunt

When the bees now falling past her

form the hive's now lower front

And the rain can fall as laughter

for the patter of the sound

When the volume falls as quickly

as the ear to feel the ground

And the heart can be to falling

what the soul is meant to be

When the Earth begins to breathing

what the Fall was meant to free

Author's Note

tried to make everything falling