Random Thoughts#7

Fleeting

Floating

And sinking..

Skies turning into,

          Hazel and amber..

And green leaves,

          Whirling down into pale yellow..

Earnest summers transmuting,

          to cold blue winters..

Blooming florets,

            Mutating to dried pomander..

While the wounded naive bird,

            Perched alone,

            Stunned and dazed..

            With a mind,
            Fleeting

            Floating

            And sinking..

            Waited indecisively..

            Wondering,
            Was it for real?

            or
            Is this the real?