The Crakling Report

The path of woods
Through which I walked,
Seems to be dry
In this charming season.

The leaves got dry
Changing their appearence,
Day by Day
To their mysterious colour.

The times they fall
And when we walk,.
Its amusing to hear
The crakling report

The leaves are rudgged
Thick as only an egg shell,
And the trees are tall
With no leaves at all.

But walking through this way
It reminds me to say,
"This season may
End the leaves like a hay."

The branches so thin
Just like a fish's fin,
Without any leaves
So empty than ever.

Its true what I heard that
Empty vessels make more noise,
That the branches so empty
Making more voice.

The leaves  being so light
Same as a kite,
It was making a path
For me to pass.

The path the wind made
When it blew over those leaves,
Which laid there near my feet
Just like a soft,thin sheet.

Still on my touch
Those leaves break,
With a noise it makes
Whenever it breaks.

Just like my heart
Hard to find it when broken,
With this naked eyes of mine
If it is as small as the dot in my sign.

The next difference
From my  broken heart,
To the broken leaf
Is that same crakling report!!!