A leaf falls
Drifting down on winds embrace
Dancing too and fro
Autumn’s begun
The forest is still
Bated breath and whispered song
A sound only imagined
The beauty
Yellow
Red
Gold mixed with green
A blanket on the ground
Fallen leaves
A crunch of twig
Passersby
Scurrying, scuttling, hiding
Little ones watch from hidden alcoves
A sniffing nose and twitching tail
Is it safe?
Yes
How little we tried
When Love has looked us in the eye
To understand said Love
But still; must we try?
Yes
We are wondering souls
And no one further knows
But love will to what it Will
And no matter what we want,
It will show
That every little thing matters
To One
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