I would say

The leaves have fallen now to ground

in Seattle’s wonderland

and the clouds in mourning I would say

for what once was beautiful.

There was a reach and stretch

outward from the deep within

toward the unattainable

not perceived as such.

It was thought perhaps or maybe felt

the worthwhile surely couldn’t stay

far beyond love’s full display

of leaves on every tree.

But there was no meeting half-way

                and the leaves had nowhere else to go

but down, down, down, onto the land

to lie as dead, dead, dead.

They are dead!  They are dead

and the people simply walk on by

unmindful of that reach and stretch

that folded in upon itself.

So when the leaves lie on the ground

don’t look above for cloud support

because they cry, oh, how they cry

in mourning I would say!