Hanging Gardens In Autumn

Flowers that hang from walls
So beautiful and so cruel.
Their soft petals, pink and white,
Are awakened by the breeze
And remember the sweet touch of earth.

Leaves, still so new; but
They have become cold and waxen
In the face of unrelenting heat.
Now free, if only to grow old,
Fall, and feel the warm embrace of earth.

Raindrops that nestle themselves in my hair
That clean the air, remind me of the joy of breathing.
That run down my cheeks and mingle with my tears
For the boy that hangs from a tree
So beautiful and so cruel.