Walk softly through the fallen leaves

That multi colored carpet of Autumn.

Cast a glance up to the trees

Who now are bare before Winter’s cold wind.

Those leaves who once graced the trees with green

Now lay dried and crumbling beneath your feet.

And yet still the eyes enjoy their beauty.

It is odd, it seems, that in dying,

And discarded by the trees,

The leaves give yet another departing gift of joy

The memory of walking through the woods

Stirring feet mixing the colors

And hearing the leaves saying “Good-bye.”

As upon them, your footsteps softly walk away.