I wrap myself in a new fresh air cocoon
and sigh desperately content for
another breeze coming, now now…now,
just like always, I know
but it seems like I’ve missed it more than usual this year

I’ve gotten used to the burning wind rushing up my back
but I can’t stand it

I wrap myself in the friendly hum
of these creatures, they walk so lightly
I can tell they love the same things I do

I don’t need any other energy
than the charm that crowns my head
when I shake the tops of trees
and all the colors fall down

It’s like a sugar rush,
coming back here
it fits like a glove
on our wanders through the spiraling paths
that have almost disappeared
for the leaves setting my ground on fire

why’s it called fall when I walk so high?