A Poor Child's Saying

In autumn the trees were shedding their leaves i was sitting in the light watching the lovely sight. i felt the moving breeze which indeed made me please there i was- among the rocks my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks; i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn this was what i had months ago worn, i was still the same without a name even the autumn was same but every time it came it re freshened my soul and made me glad and forget all the things that made me sad true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...