They change on the inside
first. The seconds of light that start to go
missing, unnoticed by Us,
affect Them from the inside
first, the inside, starts to come out
Because it's almost time
And They know it.
Then it comes too fast
and They reveal, the colors
that were inside, all along,
too soon
And Their reds are too red
And the air is too cold
In a last laugh
In a last breath
In a last hurrah
In a last goodbye
In a last wave
before We even realized
because the green was still there
last time.
We said goodbye casually.
not knowing the green
was already gone, and
We feel the wind which breaks
the fetters of Some,
suddenly. But Others get to hold on and
We have learned to notice,
now, the changes
that grapple, like hooks,
the forced surrender, of each One.
Some, leave slowly.
They let go
and fall to the earth,
Serenely. But a gust took that One.
And I think that,
yes, there was still some green left.
