Moving back to my roots
Remembering the colours
Of the beginning of autumn
The ripe fruits in the trees
Of various kinds, so awesome
Toadstools in abundant variety
Acorns falling from the trees in multiplicity
Different pinecones, large and small
For me a treat to gather them all
And combine them into a nice remembrance
A creative form in which their abundance
Flourishes again into a piece of art
With an accompanying poem
Which for me is the fulfilling part
Of the experience in nature I had with them
Whether natural or virtual
The experience to me is real
Expressed in both ways
So it always stays
With me in all eternity
As an expression of my creativity
