Birds and dry leaves fly
-----with the wild winds
and float with the sparkling waters
------------------------------of the river...
A moving rhythm fills the air
-----ripples the waters
----------and sweeps across the land
--the tempo quickens
--------and all things keep pace...
Buoyant seeds with silken wings
----------glisten in the sunlit air
mushrooms rise from the earth
-----the lost golden leaves rustle
--------bare trees toss their branches to the sky
------------and --they too -----are beautiful...
On -----and on it goes
-----each season in its glory
----------blending with the next...
-Gwen Frostic, Wisps of Mist
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