Fall has heavily come upon the woods.
The trees are bare, and the air is crisp and cool.
The floor of the woods is crunchy to the step, and the feel of concealment is scarce.
The winds makes the trees sound as though they are whispering to one another.
Deep, dark secrets only the trees know.
I've come to love it here, it's somewhere I can be free for a few hours.
Time disappears, and all of my
Worries float away on the creek.
There is no nicer place to live then here.