Second breathe

Critisize

The crisp leaves give way too the force of each step.
Sound echoing throughout the pathway, each inch covered by trees.
Almost seeming as if too guide you forward.
The chill of the wind carresses you with each step, accompanied by the sun becoming the key too each lock which plants you down.
Just listening as a symphony is being play with the wind gliding with the tree's. Drowing out any sorrow once felt.
Let the earthly smell the path presents fill your lungs, allowing a second breathe.