Get into the autumn mood by listening to some music:
and reading a poem:
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by Elsie N. Brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
By the way, what do you think is the title of the poem? If you know, leave a comment with your answer!
3 comments:
Such a beautiful poem!
Why not leaving a comment and say so? Leaving i guess i'd title it,
at least from the point of view of the branch. Life's law we say, we have to let go.
Enjoy,
Mingo
Nature
That was close, Dani... but no, that's not the title of the poem. It has more to do with autumn.
Any more guesses, anybody...?
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