The Oak's Breath

Enjoyed making this one a lot, would be great to hear constructive comments

It's a concerning sight

When the leaves are falling are still alive

Their silent protest, mush in the grooves

When the ill mannered rain finally stops

And a billion leaves are littered across our soil

Always wishing they were dried and whole

Such a sastifying sound as you walk

The smell is irrestiable

How you wished that,

These leaves black with soot, weren't ruining your fun

Of course you have to rake them once you're done

It's a social misdeamnor to leave them splayed across our yard

The trash bags filled with their crumbling offerings

But when the leaves are still fresh from the tree

And don't make a whisper on the ground

It's fine to leave them there

The societal expectation is to ignore them

It's fine to let them collect in your yard and streets

A grim that is only to be expected when Fall is in transition

Something that clots your walk and darkens your eyes

Nothing to be done about it though

We don't have the tools or patience to clean them up

Sometimes you wished you could stop those leaves from falling

But the only way to stop that would be to stop having trees

We can't have that obivously

We need the trees don't we?

They keep us breathing after all

The very oxygen in our lungs

So it stands we cant do away with the trees

Just make due after all

It's what we all expect of you

To ignore to those flesh ridden leaves

It's what everyone has to do, don't make a fit

It'd be strange

Strange care about those small, insiginfict leaves under your feet

So just pretend you dont see them

Clench your hands on your steering whell as you drive past

Past the mounds of fallen leaves, piled in the streets

Look straight past them, and wait for winter to end it all