Colorful Illusions; Overhead trees painted, Leaves slowly drift down. One after another, Reds, oranges,yellows Fall to the ground, Undefoot softly crunching Lightly carpeting the land.
Illusions meet the eye. Let this beauty continue. Leaves, their beauty is in death. Underfoot slowly decomposing, Soil is made of such. I watched a leaf slowly sail Out from its home, Now nude and breeze-shaken, Such color, too soon gone.
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