Autumn Night Symphony

They brave the autumn night symphony like soldiers.

In packs

In solitude

Hiding.

Drifting to wherever it is,

To whatever vast land they will come to dance over

Silently singing, boundless and defiant.

It seems they never really rest.

Warriors, everlastingly drifting

Accidentally passing time as the currents of wind,

In their inconstant, gentle rocking back and forth,

Afford them not a home.

Inescapably lost and resplendent in their amputated foundation

Glorified by their lover,

The Sky.

The last forever eternal

Stars.

They brave the autumn night symphony like soldiers.

-Jyllian Smolev