Something that begins at such a young age yet changes meaning a dozen times.
We begin to walk, yet stumble on building blocks.
Minds fall down the rabbit hole of a thousand synapses.
Leaves of autumn take their fatal decent from their tree of life.
Rain races from a darkened sky and pounds the ground below.
Blankets of snow land on their runway of frozen grass.
We fall to our knees in praise of whatever our soul believes in.
All of these ways to fall, and somehow I fell for you.