Rain has washed the sidewalks clean beneath the morning sky
Golden maple leaves are falling as the clouds go drifting by
Every little puddle is a mirror painted gold
Holding all the tender secrets that the autumn has to hold
Golden leaves on wet pavement stones
Softest quiet that the city knows
Footsteps wandering without a destination
Finding joy in simple meditation
Golden leaves on wet pavement shining bright
Turning all the shadows into light
The scent of fallen leaves and earth is rising in the air
Carried by the coastal wind that tangles up my hair
I stop to take a breath and watch the world go slowly past
Grateful for the peace that makes a weary spirit last
Golden leaves on wet pavement stones
Softest quiet that the city knows
Footsteps wandering without a destination
Finding joy in simple meditation
Golden leaves on wet pavement shining bright
Turning all the shadows into light
Golden pavement stones...
Leaves upon the ground...
Wandering so slow...
Peace is found...
