The End of All

Like autumn leaves shed in the breeze, a lonely river that finds the sea, that last breath of life that must come one day. Even the vast mountains will return to dust, these things will be, nature will take its course. So as you see,in all things beginnings and endings always in motion, you felt it too, your eyes told me so. Times have changed as feelings, hopes, and regrets weave a pattern throughout our lives. At least we part as friends..