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Fallen leaves
The leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown
With a stiff wind soon on the ground
Rustling, rustling
A pile of leaves so neatly collected
Beckoning me so they're not neglected
Rustling, rustling
I jump I jump so peacefully
In a daze of joy so peacefully
To which I must admit this practice I adore
Now the leaves askew and beckoning no more
Until next year my beautiful foes
Rustling, rustling as the wind blows
With a stiff wind soon on the ground
Rustling, rustling
A pile of leaves so neatly collected
Beckoning me so they're not neglected
Rustling, rustling
I jump I jump so peacefully
In a daze of joy so peacefully
To which I must admit this practice I adore
Now the leaves askew and beckoning no more
Until next year my beautiful foes
Rustling, rustling as the wind blows
Published 11th May 2017
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11th May 2017 2:54pm
11th May 2017 3:08pm
11th May 2017 3:35pm
Its the simple things in life that bring pause to a chaotic world. Beautiful!
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13th May 2017 4:03pm
11th May 2017 10:26pm
13th May 2017 4:02pm
Thank you, always jump in the leaves , I took the photo on a trail on Fairfield lake in sapphire valley NC !!
12th May 2017 7:10am
