By: B9Patric~

The wind blowing through my hair
I walk the trail
Fallen leaves at my feet
The time October
Color of fire around me
I hear an animal screech
Wonder what it is
Keep walking, keep walking
Marsh to my right
Smell of pine
Permeating the air
It’s growing dark
Must go back
Enjoyed my commune
With Mother nature
Back to reality
Cars and smog
Concrete and steel
Nothing here to feel