Autumn Leaves
Trees shed
Their Autumn
Leaves.
That fall,
That twirl
And then embrace
the ground.
That flood
The pathways I
tread
And the horizon
I see.
Amidst them, I
halt
Amongst them, I
sit,
Stare and admire
Them as they
shower from trees.
I listen to
them,
As they rustle,
And cuddle
In the soothing
autumn breeze.
Wondrous it is
to listen
To the tales
they tell,
Tales spelled
out in their toungueless accents
Tales that are
the soul of each of those
Falling, twirling,
rustling
Autumn Leaves.
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