Nature's Tuning Fork - with KristinaX  

Like nature's tuning fork listening to the sounds. Almost silent    
as in a box translating the beauty of autumn. Whispering to you a      
prayer with an echo. Playing strings of a lute. Touched by  the      
ambrosia of a free-flowing spring over rapids of my mind.      
     
The time of change and death ending the cycle of life as leaves      
fall. Painting the foliage in warm colors frigid winds carry the      
soul. Slowly dissolving prison. Crumbling to the ground in a red      
carpet, my mind's final thoughts, the smell of fallen leaves, cold      
and rain.