The crispest leaves fall from the tallest trees,
like tears rolling down the warmest cheeks,
gliding away softly like rose petals in the wind.
Your eyes speak stories only the Sunset knows.
The dust of diamonds reside in your bones.
And within your heart glows the radiance of the Sun;
overflowing with clemency and kindness.
Your joyous  soul speaks to millions, sheding light upon the ones hidden away in the shadows.
Oh come now, and see the girl who weeps for the falling leaves.
But please do not pick her roses,
For they are covered in thorns.