The Gloomy Fall

Watch the gloomy mist that falls upon the earth;

watch it fall like split timber.

gaze for just a seldem moment on this mist,

that eccompases my world and encircles

every field and every forest.

Not a sound is heard and yet there seems to be an echo,

A deeply rich echo of thought inside my head.

This is my time for deep and cold feeling questions,

that give me chills to think about.

everything in life falls down to a lower rung.

The rain creeps along the clouds planning its daring voyage.

Next, it drifts downard, slowly spireling like a dancer.

One day the sun will return to earth.

Its dazzling streaks will flood all the land,

he will establish his throne again, but not just yet.

We all know a kings greatest rise must sometimes

come after the fall.