Irreplaceable

The breath of fall, a gauzy mist exhaled, Ascending, burthens seas of dappled gray, From whence the weeping heart of life unveiled, Bejewels woods in glistening display; And there amidst the gilded alder leaves, The hanging mossy shawls so richly green, My soul is threaded with the verdant weaves, Envisioning the epoch Miocene; Then up ahead, I see my venture's end; Across a road exists another time; And once again, I say so long my friend; Then sadly leave her fragile world behind. The rip of chainsaws marks another load, As ancient dead are carried down the road.