-- Posted by sweetie at 11:26 am on Sep. 27, 2008 I stand outside among the tree, A mellow crunch below my knees. What is that I cry out loud? Then I turn to see the crowd. Acres and acres of vacant faces, For this is one of many places. Where Autumn struck, and left the trees, Shuddering in the soft new breeze. They lost their coat, there protection. Which many birds, showed affection. But what is it they live to do? Grom more leaves and start anew.