The forest.
Where the closest thing
to candy
is the autumn leaves,
brightly colored
and scented sweet,
you almost want
to nibble them,
to roll in the scent
of their death.
How can death
smell so sweet?
One thing
must always die
for another to live,
so I suppose
death is
equivalent
to life.
I guess
what I'm saying is:
life is sweet.