Only the highest branches sway in the wind, still in full leaf they roar like the winter tides. Leaves float through the canopy as feathers gliding from the flock. They land to become another golden layer.
Soil replenished as the fallen feed the roots below. Death here happens in silence, last gasps not gasps at all. Giants sleep and become a resting place for those who venture deep.
Breathe it in, this incredible masterpiece. This self seeding wonderland, where every colour that exists flowers in abundance. Autumn will fade and shadows will grow with the low winter sun. What lies dormant here does so with unrivalled knowledge.