Crossing

Cottonwood leaf hanging by a thread
Waiting on spring doesn't know she's dead
Brown and busted refusing to fall
Winter holds her tall

I feel the flutter, I still wanna dance
Maybe god got it wrong by chance
Maybe my heaven is me holding on
to the colors I've lived, though my days are gone

I'd rather not be green and new
So much has happened since I grew
but I can feel the air beginning to warm
I know in my veins I can taste the storm

Is this my final breeze, where I fall to earth
Is this my end, is this re-birth
52 years doesn't seem that long
I've loved it here, it's where I blew strong

Still the ground below will rise to the sun
I'll live again, but dammit I'm not done
I wish it didn't feel so sad to fall
But we all fall, after all