A small waterfall rushes down mossy stone
And bubbles all the while.
A chilly wind rushes through the trees
And gently rustles the last leaves of fall.
The morning birds song,
The leaves crunching beneath my feet.
A lively and pleasant conversation
On this sun-filled Autumn day.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
A small waterfall rushes down mossy stone
And bubbles all the while.
A chilly wind rushes through the trees
And gently rustles the last leaves of fall.
The morning birds song,
The leaves crunching beneath my feet.
A lively and pleasant conversation
On this sun-filled Autumn day.
