Autumn Garden

The leaves turn and fall
From their summer homes
Upon the branches of now vacant trees
Falling like soldiers
Who’s cause has been lost
No strength left to hold on their grasp grows weak
Like the others at the start
But a hero wins our hearts
By standing to be the last
Still falling to gain status
As a hero in our eyes
A hero is called to die
The tree’s empty arms
Once held green honor
That danced with the breeze and glistened in the light
Nothing left to hide
Scars revealed to all
Stripped of their honor and stripped of their pride
Like the others at the start
But a hero wins our hearts
By standing to be the last
Still falling to gain status
As a hero in our eyes
A hero is called to die
A fire burns hot in this autumn garden
A garden once full of life now left dead
An end must come to everything that starts
This fire will burn out leaving only dark
A fire shed warmth in this autumn garden
The life from the garden has abandoned
An end has come for all that began
Leaves fall away exposing the bare branch
Like the others at the start
But a hero wins our hearts
By standing to be the last
Still falling to gain status
As a hero in our eyes
A hero is called to die