I crunch through the fallen autumn foliage
My thoughts high above the towering treetops
My heart far below the sodden soil
So many colors truer than a painter’s pallet
I crunch through the fallen autumn foliage
Walking with my shameful shadow
Birds echo each other, their happy harmonium
I ache to be free as the creatures, their liberated lives
I crunch through the fallen autumn foliage
Too lost to find my way back to my horrendous hell-hole
I want to be consumed by the welcoming woodlands
Wandering into nature’s healing, breath-taking beauty.
