Delicate

Yellow leaves wave in a gentle wind

In a hazy background of muted color

They seem so lonely and pristine

Yet, they are an artifact of nature

That is worthy of concern

We take for granted what we see

In the conglomerate of nature supreme

Yet, we ignore the call of the wild

Where nature is at its best

Among the canyons of iron and stone

Where life hangs on to a whisper

Of condescending voices

My simple sketch!