A touch of spring and a drop of water,
Seems delicate as such, but they can still falter.
Like an Autumn leaf, brittle and fallen,
is just like your heart once they come calling.
What does this mean? I hear you say,
It means you are fragile at the end of the day.
Just like the spring, your happiness can fade,
And just like the water, your flow can wade.
So know this now, as life leaves its mark,
Know that there is always a world full of dark.
The dark is daunting and cold to the bone,
So it is up to you to find your way home.
Home is where you lay at night,
The place you run to, when you have lost the light.