As the winds of fall grow near I feel a need of warmth, A warmth which only the leaves of change can deliver to my heart as they crackle in the northerly wind. Yet the northerly wind carries a sense of meaning and determination of the events to come. It briskly grips every tiny vein harnessed in the leaves and asks of no other to yield to its emerging force. For its emrerging force carries with it an ending and new beginning, An ending of a statuesque figure and yet a bloodline planted by its seeds of life. Its seeds of life encompass a fortified and strong warmth buried in the soil and sparsely spread by the winds of change. It is these winds of change which allow its personality and warmth to flourish in a constant when there is so many unknowns. These veins of life are warm with compassion and spread as wildfire during these everchanging winds.