
nature falling to the ground.
Crackling leaves crushed underfoot;
dandelions sprout and soon do fluff.
Tiny bugs floating through the air,
bouncing and tossing everywhere.
Long grasses learn to sway,
smelling of the summer fade.
Wind rustling the branches blown;
Wind rustling the branches blown;
honking geese sound the way flown.
Gentle breezes caress the skin,
never will i see this again.
Looking through illuminated branches,
setting yourself up for mindles trances.
The sky's bright blue turns to gray.
O, how I love these October days.
Landscape full of fire and fun.
Winter comes when this is done.
Winter comes when this is done.
Thinking of time well spent.
Thinking about what this has meant.
Thinking about what this has meant.