The trees will soon be barren, all.
 It is that time of year -- the Fall.

The understory never was,
 and can't now house the insect buzz.

And, so, the woods stand silently --
 nothing treads in peace, nor violently.

It's empty; devoid of motion:
 life hides below, as in Oceans.

It does feel like we're out to sea -
 a strange place where both sides are lee.

And - so - we're stuck, we can't move on,
 but can see promise over yon.