Fall

like the leaves in the fall

green to brown

like the trees in the winter

alive to dead

like the ground in the spring

dry to damp

changes come thorough out our lives

they hit us hard

and humans don’t like things

in which there is nothing to catch their fall

like the fall the leaves tumble to the ground

but we never know how hard their fall is

that is what change is

the fall without the bungee cord

the leaves from the high sycamore tree

the spectrum between people and it’s

what is happening between you and me.