In heat of summer
I oft dream of fall
When air turns crisp
Forest shades a bouquet of autumn
To walk paths laid by deer
Narrow by-ways
Neath stately trees
Brittle sounds beneath my feet.
A scent of cedar
With moss and dew
Visions of nature
My senses aroused.
Life surrounds me
Yet visage unseen
Their realm unknown
Mortal am I, merely a man.