As i fly throughr the wooded path,
their vivid colors catch my dazed eyes.
Penatrating my heart in depth.
Their brillenece brings warmth and joy
to my broken spirt.
The time us coming to an end too soon.
Winter is marking her sacred grounds,
holding on untill the last bit of energy is gone.
They fall, ever so gracefully,
to their temporty death.
Only to be awaken in the month of the living.
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