The leaves fall
And I can hear them
Whisper to me,
A legion of voices
Swirling in the breeze
Over the swaying trees
Down the streets
And boulevards
Scraping, whispering.

Enchanting me
With their green
Siren song and
Singing of the
Earth's lament;
I wash my face in
The bowl and look
Out of the window
And up to the sky
And I can see a crack
In the deep blue;
I can see the light
Streaming through
Falling onto the earth.

The golden light
Washed my closed
Eyelids and smiling face,
Bathing the whole human race
In transcendent joy.

The leaves fall
And I can hear them
Whisper to me,
A legion of voices
Swirling in the breeze
Over the swaying trees
Down the streets
And boulevards scraping,
Whispering seductively:
"Come sing, dance with us,
Abandon your ways,
Play with us,
Sing and let us nourish
Your soul in our cool streams
And fertile valleys,
Come back to us,
Come back to us..."

Yet I lived
Like a lotus eater,
Drank my scotch
And munched my
Sweet lotus food;
Carefree and numbed
Into a languid mellifluous
Narcotic apathy forgetting
About a return.

We all lived this way,
Numbed and mechanical
Forgetting about the earth
And her green siren song;
For we became lotus eaters
And listened to the
Leaves no more.

Our forgetfulness
Dooming our very
Existence.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

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