FREE FALLING

 

Billions of leaves in the soft autumn breeze gently fall to the ground returning to where they began. The seasons end as I drift slowly down, seeing new born buds and fresh new leaves, and vivid colours and a million trees; with the wind on my face I stand back and see, I am the beauty in all and none of these.

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