I see yonder the swaying bold
A blinding magnificent sight of gold
Specs of red with raging spirit
Awaiting the unyielding wrath of cold
As each one flutters to the ground
They grieve the loss without a sound
The spirit they once hath, now stripped bare,
As the silver gloom descends around
With burdened boughs and a glistening crown
They don’t let the dark times bring them down
In the hope that all will be green again
They battle on with a determined frown
As the seasons turn and the clouds part
The rays bring life to the weathered heart
As blossoms spread their fragrances new
The mirth follows where the bees dart
They who live life with high and low
Through deep despair with a joyous glow
A life well lived at the end of the road
On cloud nine and six feet below
-NEHA KAMAT NOV 7TH 2008
“There are only two forces in the world, the sword and the spirit.
In the long run the sword will always be conquered by the spirit.”
-Napoleon Bonaparte
