Unravel

Mystical and enchanting, feel the leaves fall in rhythm to the ground as they follow your trail. You walk to enjoy the scenery that is still life; living immobile elders that blow their thoughts of a time where everything seemed quiet. Hushed is the ground every time you step on it; not even the branches that withered off are hard enough to make a sound. Trees reach out their fingered covered arms, like little children wondering how you feel upon their waken leaves to gather your different textures of skin. Spots of light go through the parts of uncovered shade; highlighting the patch of dirt, that was to harsh to let anything grow, the fallen leaf that still cries out to his brothers, even though his yells are slowly diminishing. And most untainted to be shown, is the butterfly resting on the flower. Brighten to be shown as a marvel, the sun beams on it as if it were to say; do not miss this! Gently you sit to not utter the untouched peace that is this moment. Wings that are opening and closing in a hypnotizing way, letting you gaze at their colors and hues. You sit there enjoying this everyday missed sensation from your concrete home, for here there is so many living being in one gathered place; some are too tiny, some are in hiding and some are watching without you knowing or their race. You sit here, cause here you can unravel and not be replaced.