I was verdant once supple as a sigh Dancing with the breeze sipping honeyed light from sky. But seasons whispered secrets and autumn's chill descended slow With whispers sharp knives my green surrendered to snow. Now crumble fragile forgotten dream My brittle limbs surrender of wind's theme. fall not like feathers borne on gentle air cracks aches that splinter beyond repair. land silence shatter softly underfoot A echo lost in solitude. No gaze lingers no heart pauses behold The fleeting beauty life grown old.