Crimson and gold autumn leaves tumble

But before they reach the forest floor

A wild zephyr lifts them heavenward

In a merry dance to who knows where

Faded wildflowers bravely stand their ground

Delightful remnants of summer's glory

Nestled into the trees as though seeking shelter

In these cool autumn days

There's a crispness in the fresh breeze

And the silence here is in perfect harmony

With the echo of my footsteps

Announcing my presence to the universe

My heart wants to sing out loud...

For the reality of the simplicity of life

When I am one with nature

Is the purest kind of joy there is!

© Annabel Sheila