Alone, The Lone

The alone, the lone, the culprit of sojourn to make living nothing but a false cajole.

To be awaken to see the life to be in the midst of Autumn colors making life a play of what it is to be, not what it has been made to be.

There comes the swirling mist touching the skin with natures touch of life to be.

Walk the path where leaves are falling to remind the natures living of life it to be.