On my latest visit to my spot (11/4/2020), I noticed relatively similar feature to my last visit. More leaves had gone from the trees and the understory of tree line was thinner. I could see a greater presence of squirrels, birds, and chipmunks. This makes sense due to the changing seasons and migratory habits.
Poem:
Under the lone Oaks I sit and see the world go round about me. I see, I hear, I smell the changes coming. It is a force in the air that surrounds me. The roots beneath my feet have been vying for space since before I stepped on the battle ground. I wish for their battle to be great and outlast me and my kin.