Now your leaves fall again Rain and Hail spit from Heaven Red-Black leaves turn brown And my feet feel the cold of the earth. You are frozen standing up The water flicks your skin A light brown bark darkens And cracks with age. It's been 3 years Since I started counting And I still weather with you Unable to stop smoking. The moonlight glares off one face while your other is blackness and streetlights comfort you in the silence of night. A junkie wouldn't have made Three years worth of progress. Watching you as you live naked Clears my optical fibers.