hanging on even        after death,     some leaves just  have no idea at all.   emerging from shadow, colours seem so bright.  but in the shadow,       (did you know)  colour is intense.   curious as always,    we want to know       everything.  (but knowing some things  might not be all that good       for us)  whatever we think        that we know, we are so often wrong.   after the snow falls on strawberry hill,        how will we  find our way home?