To Be Home
The birds are chirping their different melodies
The trees are swaying their different colors and leaves
The grass wiggles its different blades between my toes
The sun shines a slightly colder smile
The wind blows a catchier tune
The dark clouds make their rumbles in the sky
The smell of burning leaves fills the air
The sound of rain, nestling into the ground
The taste of the north, feeds life into my soul
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