You can see slightly through the discolored leaves That so lazily blow With the wind Flowing slowly behind Encouraging them to break Supporting them to make The sound that they do. I wonder if you hear it too From far faraway hidden to most. The sound that they have given Echoes past where is safe, Past where is hidden. And a girl with curls Falling down her back And eyes wide open Hears the rustling once again One that she’s swore she’s Heard sometime before It’s a quiet continuous rumble A soft and welcoming mumble. I appreciate the brief glance Into the other side that I was allowed Though rarely thanked In the out loud. A whisper signals an ending. Bring forth a closure of sorts. I resolve to bid farewell To my place amongst this wonder.
Some different topic material, a little something to remind me of the peaceful and beautiful essence of what nature can be. June 28, 2018.