I sit on the bench.

Swaying, squeaking with my body and the wind 

as if it tells me stories of Its life.

Looking beyond the stone Porch

I see beautiful Autumn Leaves

Creating a warm-toned rainbow all around me.

Carried by the wind, carefree of their landing site 

flowing with the wind as if it were on water heading downstream. 

Focusing on the lawn, birds and squirrels scattering around looking for any source of food to supply them for the upcoming winters.

I noticed the crab apples littering the grass

some squashed on the sidewalk from the many daily walkers. 

Trees drop more and more 

hoping to carry apple seeds far and wide 

sprouting more trees following an endless cycle.

But that's just my point of view from a single person sitting on a bench.