Walking In Falls Leaves
Walking in falls leaves, with the cool, crisp air blowing through you like a wild wind,
Walking in falls leaves, the sound of the leaves acrunching beneath your feet,
You hear nothing, nothing but the wind blowing in your hair, you close your eyes, as you wrap your coat around your chest falls beauty is really at its best.
Walking in falls leaves, the colors are bursting, red, yellow, brown, their bright, catching your eye, you see the trees, their bare branches, as they have shed their leaves, now left bare, soon to be covered in winters cold snow, how they too had to let go of their own belongings, their leaves, so must I learn to let go, and be at rest?
The strong, tall, oak trees, the smell of autumn, as I walk around oak hill park, suddenly I'm at peace, I sit down in a pile of fallen leaves, their beauty surrounds me, inhale deeply, breathing out, my breath catches a leaf, and it flys away, walking in falls leaves, Minnesota at its best..
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