writer's world

you may not understand

why i stop to watch the leaves fall,

 for there's another world

 and it beckons me with its call.

 for years it has been knocking, 

calling only certain souls - 

it's the whisper through the trees

 and the quiet breeze that rolls.

 it's searching our humanity 

for the wild and restless brains, 

for those that see greater beauty

 but also see greater pain. 

i am yet to meet anyone

 who knows this world as well 

but the journey of the leaves

 have a lot of stories to tell. 

they spread hope from the people 

who entered this world to roam 

but they liked it so much

 that they now call it their home.

  -rachel h