Walking Through the Woods, Alone

A falling leaf Shys to the ground Of trash and fallen trees. The woods, alone, Solemnly watch A miracle float upon the breeze. It touches the Forrest floor So soft And echoes a lovely crack. The sound is carried From sea to sea By a wind that does not come back. A squirrel comes To examine the fall Under a serious sky. The trees and leaves around All watch As the clouds begin to cry. The sobs of rain And whimpers of wind Show affection for the fallen. The fight for life And all that has left us Leaves with the leaves of Autumn.