Spirit of the Fall

Through the stillness of the air, Echoes of the battle linger near, Each scar a story, etched to stay, A quiet strength in disarray. The weight of skies presses low, Yet in the ground, new seeds will grow, From ashes rises a steady flame, A call to live, despite the pain. In the spirit of the fall, we rise, Through the storm and shattered skies, Every fracture holds a spark, A guiding star within the dark. Cold winds trace the paths we've lost, Carving roads through frost and moss, Yet even now, the heart can see, The dawn beyond this night's decree. Step by step, the climb is steep, With every breath, a vow we keep, Not to falter, not to break, To hold our ground for every stake. A shadowed past, a weary frame, Yet from the depths, we stake our claim, The fall may take, but it won’t consume, From every end, new life will bloom. In the spirit of the fall, we rise, Through the storm and shattered skies, Every fracture holds a spark, A guiding star within the dark. The weight of time bends the soul, Yet within, we’re still whole, Each stumble carves a deeper thread, A quiet fire where hope is fed. The road ahead may twist and fray, But through the dark, we’ll find a way, For every fall, a lesson learned, And brighter flames where once we burned. In the spirit of the fall, we find, A strength unyielding, hearts aligned, Though the echoes dim and call, We rise again, through the fall.