The leaves go under me.
Leaves of vivid colors fall beside me.
I shiver as I walk.
Condensation shows as I talk.
The birds chatter back and forth.
Fresh grass, growing flowers, and a rain cloud due north.
I wipe sweat glands off my head.
It's eighty-five but feels like one hundred and ten.
Seasons come and go through the years.
From winter to summer, far and near.