Leaves
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.”
beautiful
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Thanks Beth. 🙂
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Wonderful!
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Thank you Christina. 🙂
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Much L❤️VE! 😊
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Thank you ❤
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Beautiful 💜
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Merci 💜
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Lovely pairing, Maverick. : )
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Thank you Serendipitous. 🙂
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😍😍😍😍
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Thank you Peach 🙂
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❤
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💕
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Perfectly lovely!
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Thanks Holly 🙂
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🙂
Just wish i didn’t have to rake them in cold weather!
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If it’s too cold you have an excuse to procrastinate. 🙂
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Very very beautiful
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Thank you Veena. 🙂
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