The change in the color of the leaves
Lay bare at the feet of the tall gaping pine
Twigs crackling with each new step
And overtones of the river nearby
No clear path, but a path nonetheless
Hopping over the trickling stream
Birds of prey screech from above
Always aware, but never in fear
With no imminent signs of real danger
Just the wind and the breeze
Whistling through trees
Thanks to Mother Nature and God, our creator