What! But who are you?

I was looking at this beautiful leaf on a tree across the park yesterday, it was dreadfully pink

Take my hand, and follow me I'll

It wasn't cold It almost never is

My friend, the light hit your face a certain way

The age of permanence Is admonishing

What if

Realizing that it was you,

Temple upon floor,  Nothing wrong you find Temper upon floor, You lose your mind