The Runner
Like a tree entering winter
You fall like a leaf
From my mind
Gracefully landing
Into my heart
How do I,
From a naturalist stand point;
Allow this gorgeous,
Forever changing,
Piece of pure unexplainable nature,
Fall so gracefully
Upon an organ,
For which...
Whenever stimulated,
Rattles, and alters every natural,
Internal motion of my being?...
