A Sunday in Autumn,
enclosed by a forest.
A dreary sky mists,
birds singing in chorus.
Brown leaves once bright
that magically change over night,
fall to their end,
never to exist, ever again.
Chilled, clear water flowing
softly over smooth stones,
sound so musical,
against the distant wind's moans.
Twirling about in the delight of nature,
listening to the sounds of every living creature.
Standing still, eyes closed;
taking it all in,
thinking such a shame,
to many - these gifts are foriegn.
enclosed by a forest.
A dreary sky mists,
birds singing in chorus.
Brown leaves once bright
that magically change over night,
fall to their end,
never to exist, ever again.
Chilled, clear water flowing
softly over smooth stones,
sound so musical,
against the distant wind's moans.
Twirling about in the delight of nature,
listening to the sounds of every living creature.
Standing still, eyes closed;
taking it all in,
thinking such a shame,
to many - these gifts are foriegn.