The abundance of leaves crunch and crackle
as I walk down the never ending path lined with trees,
sustaining only a handful of foliage:
auburn, orange, yellow.
For most of the leaves have fallen now
and lie upon the rocky path,
blowing in the cool breeze
as mother nature prepares for winter.
The seasons change ever so quickly.
We meet again, this path and I
but this time it seems to be closing in,
leaving me uncertain of where to turn.
The ever so familiar way,
being cut short in an instance.
Colorful leaves of every kind plummet
to their inevitable death by the human foot.
They crunch and crackle
louder than ever,
I try to hold on to this vision forever,
but as the seasons change
and the leaves fall
and the world turns
I, too, must move on.