Pink Visage:

The pink leaves fell to the mighty ground,
My thought further than the lonely mountains,
The pond rippling with excitement,
My eyes weren't seekers of a fountain,

My fortress greatly tall,
The trees whispered secrets to one another,
Yet as I leaned over the firm warm railing,
I was courageous as Cain's brother,

My life flew before my glittering eyes,
The past flying through my present,
My future's story still unsung,
And I dared not to lament,

As I heard footsteps behind me,
The beautiful sight overwhelming,
I had no fear to my skin,
Because He was doing my helming,

The leaves were as pink as can be,
The colors powerful to the naked eye,
They stood still for all to see,
And not one of them were of fake dye,

The rippling pond was steadfast,
Still as the after storm,
I felt it brush up against my sockless toes,
Yet it was perfectly warm,

The trees were bunched together as comrades,
A single line marching towards it's lone army,
It was excessive to a point,
Yet even you wouldn't call it smarmy,

But as I finally turned to see my approacher,
My life stood still,
My heart had not a single beat,
And my skin was given a calm chill,

You stood there still,
Yet I prayed and awaited anew,
My disbelief was thrown into the wind,
Because the beautiful sight was you.