Death of a Muse

Crunching leaves on which I walk

Coloured splendor gone

Wisping 'round the wind does talk

Disappearing dawn

Dead air where the life once stood;

Captivating muse

Once green leaves browned now as wood

Disorienting views

Walking through the woods alone

Shows true misery

Ugly nature does condone

Once appeared beauty

Life can in one second die

Green to brown; straightforward lie