Leaves scattered across pavement playgrounds
Like divided school children at recess
The whistle sounds for harsh horizons
As the fallen tree treasures crinkle up
Screaming for promises of amber skylines and sparkling sunlight
But destiny decides their fate far too hastily
As white teardrops cascade the crisp atmosphere


Naked trees huddle together around former campfires
Telling remarkable tales of fallen heroes
To pass time during burial hours
Because nothing defines depletion better than barren branches at midnight
Reminiscing before the tundra tolls
The trees stand proud- but silently
Absorbing the autumn air in its frozen fury