In Autumn mist I tread my way;

Through leaves of cold and dead decay

Such beauty do my eyes behold;

This carpet thick with red and gold

As rays of light slant through the trees;

Revealing dust motes on the breeze

Such peace descends upon my soul;

It calms my mind and leaves me whole

My heart is light as softly I tread;

Through leafy mulch and flora dead

For this is Heaven here on earth;

The end of life before rebirth