Realization

Oh the sun is so bright,
there the breeze softly blows,
leaves sway, softly bathing in it's glow,

Oh the moon so gently shines,
Stars twinking, murmurs from the rills
gliding in the bed, reflections in pale

Why did I just know?
as realization was bestowed,
that the leaves were crisp and dry,
the river bed barren as you knew?

28 Nov 2004