Red sunshine reflects gently off the leaves
That fall from the trees jerking in the growing winds
Of the approaching storms that follow my steps.
I want to tell you to run, there’s no sanctuary here,
But you’re pointing at the swirling branches in awe of nature;
Without realizing she’s coming, fierce and with a cause.
Those leaves will never hit the ground before the storm
Knocks you down; tackling all your noble features.
She’ll reduce you, like she decimated me.
A person of many words and little meaning
Is all that will emerge.