She was walking down a path

Staring at leaves on a tree

They were changing to rustic oranges

Instead of being bright greens

"I wonder" she thought

Why this is beautiful to me

Why do we find the death of leaves

Such a wonderful  thing?

Watching them change colors

From bright to dull

Watching them change textures

As they crumble and fall

Rejoicing their death

As if it was to entertain us all

She turned around 

Walked back down the path

As they crumpled under her feet

Why do we find the death of leaves such a beautiful thing?