Sunday, October 23, 2016

Falling leaves

I walk into the autumn morning. The fallen leaves lead my way.
The sun decides to take a peek and I, I stop and turn, the warmth feels nourishing.

The trees behind me whisper "we are with you, we will hold and raise you towards the sun".
I look up, the passing clouds so soft and light, enticing me to drift.

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