Smell the air
The scent of autumn mulch
The rain pours and pelts
Washing away the memories of summer
Leaves of orange and red
Clinging on to branches
For dear life
Not wanting to let go

I know how that feels
To feel like you're being
Pulled so hard
Every day
Bashed and bruised
Forced to go to a place
You don't want to be

Like the leaves
You eventually fall
Are trampled on
Over and over
But duty calls
It's the circle of life
Apparently

Then spring comes
And you wake
The sun is shining
And you can face the day
You tell yourself
It's all ok