The leaves cascade to the ground
The birds fly south for the sun's warmth
Nature breathes all around
The days slowly grow cold and short
The breeze grows stronger now
I spot a tree with a lazy limb
And I sit down upon its bough
I watch the squirrels gather food
To sustain them through the cold
And I marvel about these woods
So many centuries old
It's time for me to take my leave
But I'll return here one day
And I know in my heart it will be soon
As I turn--- and slowly walk away