autumn.

we lay under the autumned trees
listening to the whispering breeze
watching the leaves dance to the ground
kissing the grass and exchanging greetings
we sing to the rising sun
to bring us times of happy-ness; oh, and of fun

you smile, and turning to me
you say
"i think... the fall is my favorite season."

"why?" I ask.

you laugh softly, and whisper. "well... when I get knocked down
by clumsiness and stupidity... I can just look at the leaves and see...
well, I'm not the only one."

I smile. if only you knew how profound your words are.

We'll never be alone.