Annabelle Bowman ‘27
In autumn’s crisp embrace, the leaves descend,
A dance of orange and red.
With each gentle flutter, they whisper and sigh,
Reminding us softly of how we must try.
A child, carefree, runs through the scattered gold;
She trips on a root; her laughter turns cold.
But she gathers her breath, brushes dust from her knee;
With a heart full of fire, she rises passionately.
Like leaves on the ground, we all sometimes fall;
In seasons of struggle, we hear the faint call.
Yet persistence is strength, a promise we keep;
In moments of silence, we sow what we reap.
The days grow shorter; the nights stretch and yawn,
But from every fall, new dreams can be drawn.
For winter will come, and the world will grow still,
Yet spring will awaken with hope’s thrill.
So when life’s autumn winds cause us to sway,
Remember the leaves, how they dance their way.
For each stumble we face is a part of the song;
With courage and heart, we can rise;
We belong.