I was walking down the path in one of the woods in Big Sur when I saw a maple leaf covered with sand. I could not help but came up with this poem.
Musings of an Autumn Leaf
With the last autumn breeze
I came down from the trees
Looking all yellow
Old and mellow
I lay facing the sky
And the hikers passing by
Some stop, look and let me be
Others dont see and trample me
Over time I will be pushed hither
And I will continue to wither
Becoming one with the sand
In this beautiful forest land
