Pathjhad

Arm in arm, we walked on the path. 

You looked ahead, while I looked down. 

You asked me what I was doing and I told you, that I was being careful not to step on Autumn leaves. 

You asked why, and I said that each leaf was a living thing, giving so much of itself, and now it's come to the end of its life. Now, it lies, still in beauty, at our feet. The last thing we should do is step on it. 

You shook your head and told me I think too much. 

I shook my head and told you to watch your step.