Watch the leaves fall in the brisk autumn air.
As the smell of sweet chamomile tea flows past.
Notice the patterns in the grass as the wind swings over.
A windy path through a forest of songs.
I'll forever wonder how the leaves get their color.
A bunny stops in the middle of the path.
It looked me up and down.
A feeling of disregard came over me as it ran away.
Am I disturbing the forests peaceful day?
Feeling unwelcome I decided to leave.
What's that?
A voice from coming from the trees.
A language that can't be understood.
The tree screeched as I turned around.
I felt as if it was saying not to leave.
I had to go but I assured the tree.
One day I'll be back, in the form of a leaf.