I walked entwined in nature
as if a was sewing around trees
My fingers they thread as I
Hold
Grasp
Touch
The cold bark upon each tree,
Aged, majestic they reach tall
As if trying to reach that which is
"Unattainable"
But still every  moment reaching up,
I see there yield of green now
Fallen from branches up high,
Colours like a carpet, natures painted scenery  
I clasp my fingers gently
Brown,
Red,
Yellow,
Different shapes are seen
Natures way of being part of
"Individuality"
A leaf like
A snow flake,
May look the same, but its the
Smaller changes you don't see,
Wild flowers grow
Weeds some are called but I see there
Beauty, petals grace the air
As autumn winds blow through,
I leave nature behind
Leaves and flowers I take with me
Leafs for a daughters scrap book.
Flowers for my wife to see,
A memory of my walk, with nature trees & me..

Frostbitten time lays still in the wilderness, devoid of human life, the nature can roam free in the icy emptiness, distorted frozen water strips the trees of their skin and yet its here that life persists, it would be beautiful to live in a world like this.