The keeper of secrets

The leaves are falling, murmuring truths to the wind Creating a song of old whispers nestled in the fallen leaves The wind, the keeper of secrets Haunts the wanderers—me, Tracing the silent path to change Each turn of color an echo of what once was And so, the leaves fall, crushed under the weight of each passing step, only to rise again, as the seasons shift in an endless rhythm, teaching me that change is woven into each breath I take Reminding me of faded memories, That bloom like wildflowers between the cracks of now, Bringing sweetness and sting in their scent, They linger, weaving through the keeper of secrets, Offering me hope of renewal in the amidst of change