I see my friends and family picnic on blades of grass
dance in weddings of white gardenias and red roses
the warm wind welcoming my face
spraying out fragrant willow smells that don the country
and the soft rhythmic sound of crickets
obeying the throb of nature’s heart

It seems my mind has loved to wander
filling up with leaves of color falling
a kiss a teenage girl has now forgot
engulfing the spirit with shores of gushing hope

I cannot help it

I want to swallow it all before it stops

All those leaves will fall without me.