The wind’s direction,
constantly changing.
The leaves flow behind.
But who is the real leader.
Is it nature’s own mind?
Is it something strange that my eyes can not find?
I have longed for the day
when I would see the Autumn Sun,
breathe in this beauty,
a new life has just begun.
In this magical place of peace I
feel like I’m lifting,
off the ground,
off my feet.
Moving swiftly throught he breeze,
feel the trees.
Hear the wind.
The sweet sweet wind.
Magic twinds around each thread,
of the air’s sweet breathe and nothing dead.
The leaves are red and yellow,
trees are green and blue.
In my magic world,
there is nothing else to do,
except dwindle ‘round the open forest,
breathe in all the sweet air,
Someday I hope that you will get to make it there..