Change of seasons, life, can be beautiful.
Leaves talking, beautiful demise If a leaf could talk, it would say, please, take your time life is acted out in stages, every song has it's rhyme When a leaf dies, its dynamic impressions in its flight a stunning display of artistry, dazzling to the sight Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine and gold a leaf's transforming demise is a beauty to behold As sap runs dry, youthful vitality turns evanescent the beauty of a leaf's demise is resplendent iridescence A leaf's downfall, granted, is a casualty of the season it's journey into oblivion, is transfixing beyond reason When a leaf, takes its leave, exits gracefully the scene We're left breathless with the vision, an event to be seen September17,2016
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