first days of autumn
the fig cries out its grief
near the cemetery
the fig cries out its grief
near the cemetery
anger creating grief
downtrodden hearts weep
in a bread line
downtrodden hearts weep
in a bread line
passing onwards
gentle tears flowing
of those left behind
gentle tears flowing
of those left behind
wilted flowers
clouded and darkened skies
winter approaching
clouded and darkened skies
winter approaching
grief reigns soverign
in musty smells of fall
abandoned fields
in musty smells of fall
abandoned fields