Crunch, crunch, stepping on the pile of dried fallen leaves on the sidewalk.
A toddler walking by, and she couldn't miss the gift of nature.
Crunching softly, hopping, stomping, listening to the sound of fall.
And I wonder why do we forget the joy of simple things as we grow up?
Staring this one fallen leaf on my patio table, and ask softly - how was your life? Did you have good life with beautiful memories? Is there anything you regret? I hope you don't.
You look so beautiful, and peaceful. Now, you make me realize our life is also like yours.
One day, I'll depart from this life, I hope I also lay myself gracefully like you.