Look out across the treetops
From the mountain peak, so high.
A whirlwind sea of autumn hues
Dotted sparingly with lush pine.
Breathe in the air surrounding,
Feel the popping in your ear.
Lock the moment away safely,
And come back again next year.
Do you know if the forest— vast,
Will remain the exact same way?
Worry not because it won’t,
The view will be as new as the day.
A year from now, a year so long,
The change will surely delight.
Don’t fight, just breathe again
You’ll be blessed with new sights.