The years of my life are branches upon a tree
A finite fractal
Autumn leaves blow away
Like a poignant farewell, an absentminded daydream
Like ladies in curtsies
I burst into flight with them, wingless
Am I wafting away on a cocoa breeze?
They explore the sorrowful vicinity
A spectrum wider than a rainbow thread
Woven through a whispering waterfall
Flowers wilt, leaving behind a wavering echo
Somehow, I can only be certain of the former.