Boots

High-heeled boots fall heavy on matted grass

The scent of decay wafting gently on the breeze

The weeds bend and sway, the colour of glass

High-heeled boots fall heavy on matted grass

A tree whispers incessantly, a living hourglass

Pulsing like a heartbeat, rocking as it sees

High-heeled boots fall heavy on matted grass

The scent of decay wafting gently on the breeze.