Footsteps trample gold 
like a stream these autumn leaves 
cover man-made paths 

To a distant shore 
far beyond what eyes do sight 
footsteps crunching loud 

A thought to ponder 
the golden crisp beneath me 
was once full of life 

Flourished in colour 
vibrant and alive it sat 
perched on a branch proud 

Seasons changed and brought 
a wind of autumnal boast 
the leaves shed to floor 

Death to vibrant green 
dried of life to golden brown 
paved beneath these feet 

Footsteps trample gold 
like a stream these autumn leaves 
have left the tree devoid.