I fall as the maple leaves in the wind
I sway as the breeze pushes me to and fro all throughout the woods.
I follow no path, I just follow where you take me.
I hear nothing but the sounds of your autumnal voice
I care not of the whispers of others around us
I only see your cool, beautiful, welcoming face
I feel whole in your embrace, in this sacred seasoned place.
I’ll fall for you until the seasons stop turning.