The wind caresses each tree,
Cool and calculated, each leaf a shadow of its previous life.
Drifting downward, it’s breath taken, patiently awaiting rebirth,
Autumn’s inevitable demise the path it must follow,
Measured in time and longing for the unknown,
The coming cold dark nights tell the story and the truth
Of life itself.
The Zen Hiker 
#deep and brilliantly written👌👌👍
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Thank you very much! Your kind words are greatly appreciated.
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Keep writing!✌
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Heartfelt, a lot of soul in this one. Love it.
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