Soliloquy

When you see trees spreading their branches,

Autumn’s past and winter has come.

Leaves shredding, joining twigs together,

You know that the year is all but done.

The leaves turn yellow while the branches remain,

The pretending cacophonies may never end.

While the hues of tomorrow paint the world,

The soul gets to see the life in it extend.

Life is pretty, life is wholesome and beautiful,

For all that there is to see and to learn.

All you need to do is look into the mirror,

And let your ego, pride and vanity burn.  

The seasons teach you what you learn not,

From every book that cuts your learning rope,

The heart will remember, the mind will flee,

As you recall the effect of the drug called HOPE.