A romp in the leaves
To fall from the tree, like a spiraling dodger
A march in the sky that leads to a fall in the garden
Twisting amidst the breeze as it tumbles through the wind
Each turn is a journey
Every pirouette twirl a new dance to deliver
What ever is a dial spinning in the sunlight
A wisp blowing in the wind
Fiery kisses from a dangerous friend
That one who could very well be a fiendish ally
It all becomes what is to be of the fallen
But a romp in the leaves.
What is a walk amongst the mind but a trip to the past, present and future of imagination and memory. What will it be when you walk that path? Find out, by visiting your inner palace.