In Autumn the leaves tend to stray.
Taken and carried away by the wind,
that companied the first season rains.
People in the streets already welcomed their parade.
By wearing season colored clothing to fend off those shades of grey.
Still I would like to go where those leaves now lay.
I rather enjoy their colors, than I choose to feel grey.
Ever since one time I heard the wind whisper while I immeresed in their play:
“When nature sheds her skin
A new beginning is on it’s way”
It simply made me wonder
But maybe I too got carried away…
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