Family trees abound the landscape,
From afar they show no weather,
Closer inspection it cannot escape,
Some leaves and limbs are worn and withered.
Swinging, swaying, ever falling,
Buffeted by winds of fate,
As the leaf goes, my fate is calling,
What will be my date?
Now in the fall of life,
Leaves are falling all around me,
Reminiscing about my pa,
Consoling, cajoling my aging ma.