I'm laying here
Against this tree
Head cradled in my hands
Without any particular plans
There's no theme
Gazing up at the leaves so green
The bright pigments flood my eyes
I began to memorize
The webs of branches
Falling into each other like avalanches
And twisting vines
Seeing just a bunch of lines
Memory floats away briskly
Riding the smooth autumn air crispy
I glanced down at body
I thought this was just a dying hobby
The ground around sinks
Creating a humongous crater while I fall off the brink
Of the life I know
Just a sad gloomy show
As I fall
My mind draws
A blank
And I cannot think
Why does this happen every single year?
