To Be Forever In Autumn
It's so warm...
The clouds are shifting...
I can feel the bright evening sun curessing my face.
The cool wind ruffels my hair.
I can hear the small leaves red, brown, yellow, and orange wispering in my ears.
I see them glinding down from the sky...
The smell of burned firewood and fresh grass, entangling my senses, setting them aflare.
Children running and laughing as the sun swifly moves behind the trees...
Squires nessel in the holes of them, mouths full of stored nuts for the winter.
Everyone's preparing for the coming of a new season.....except me.
I want to enjoy, to engolf myself forever in this warm tingleling sensation...
To be forever in Autumn.
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