Leaves Of An Unsung Rhythm

Moving to an unsung rhythm
Whispering a wordless song,
The Greens rustle about playfully
Not minding the wind’s musical ferocity.

Moving to an unsung rhythm
Whispering a wordless song,
Rustic Reds and dull Yellows mouth a morbid dirge
Anticipating that which ruthless Future holds.

Moving to an unsung rhythm
Whispering a wordless song,
The long gone Nascents swan away
Accepting all.