*Crunch*

The leaves go under me.

Leaves of vivid colors fall beside me.

*Brrrrr* 

I shiver as I walk.

Condensation shows as I talk.

*Tweet* 

The birds chatter back and forth.

Fresh grass, growing flowers, and a rain cloud due north.

*Phew*

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.