Daintily the vibrant leaves flutter to the ground.
We hear them crunching, breaking beneath our feet.
The crisp air steals my breath as seasons change.
Though we were both aware of incoming change,
It was still hard to remain stable on the ground.
The steps we took were nails tugging at our feet.
Now, as autumn leaves crunch under our feet,
We both have witnessed the winds of change,
As our melancholy footsteps litter the ground.
Snow falls to the ground beneath our feet as lives change.