Autumn Leaf

This is poem number (38) it's called Autumn leaf 

Autumn leaf

With the fall of every autumn leaf

I take pride and I hold my believes

Every leaf that falls on the ground

Have a story and a different sound

My heart flies in the colorful skies

I look at your eyes, they are old and wise

Thy flowers can’t grow without love

I glance at the sky and I see a dove

Flying free, on the old trees it lands

I smell the fresh air, on the mountains I stand

We take much in our vows and little in our love

Only of we know that we have little here and many above

I smile in grief, am I not a believer indeed?

I lay under the tree and on the mountains I bleed.