Golden light falls down like dripping honey Bathing the world with a melancholy light My feet make no noise Except when I see a pile of dead leaves I bring up my inner child and step on them The crunch of a noise Brings a laugh to my lips But the wind blows it away Back into the leaves, so when they die And fall back down to the ground And someone else steps on them My laugh escapes It lives in the forest With the trees Slowly growing higher and higher Looking all the way down to my house And as I walk down the path Stepping on more leaves I see my face reflected in the bark I see my eyes peering from an owl’s back I see my own feet sitting on a stream My essence being forced Forced into a world I’ve never known before An instagram picture Of a life I wish I knew