A leaf upon the floor of my forest

I am unsure what time of year it is. 

Should I bring flowers for sorrow or happiness? 

Should I celebrate the rebirth of the Terra Firma or morn the passing of summer.

The once complete crown of foliage has given way to the stars, the moon and the sun. They all glow through the once complete and impenetrable canopy above the Forest floor. The arms of the elms and oaks reach out to catch the rays of light, but they are few and the light is endless. I admire their fortitude and their will to do what all their forefathers could not. They are a persistent lot for sure. Wandering through my sea of trees, one becomes lost in thought and in direction once again. It is of no matter nor concern for the way home is always behind us. A soul simply has to turn around and retrace their footsteps.

Listening to the silence, I am moved by the song of serenity in the key of contentedness. Time is asleep in my sea of trees and worries are his bed coverings. Both are absent in mine eyes and in mine heart. The world is small here and ends just beyond the rise or possiblly past the bend of the melodious stream. The flowing waters has broken the rule of silence but she is always forgiven by the inhabitants and the lost. Resting upon a fallen warrior, my ears are overflowing with the cries of all my winged friends headed away from my forest. They couldn't bare the emptiness of the branches and the falling of the leaves. In time, I too will turn to trace my own footsteps. My pockets bare no more emptiness nor space for they are overflowing with the moments of the forest. As is my mind.

In the Autumn of my life, I hope that my life will have been as a tree. 

I hope to have weathered the rain and stood strong against the wind

Not as a leaf, lost among the masses upon the floor of my forest.