Stories On The Autumn Leave
I hear your wispers through the grass
As the South Easter wind brings stories from the past
To a land where fairytales are born
And soon forgotten in our daily storms
So write your story on the autumn leave
and send it to me on the back of the cold winter breeze
For I’ll be waiting in a foreign land
Your presence soon to warm my hand
Funny how autumn sometimes make me miss and think of things from the past (childhood). There is just something in the fresh cold air mixed with the winter sun and clear blue sky’s that makes me feel like a child again. Just love it!
Enjoy wherever you are today and keep your eyes open to see the beauty that surrounds our daily path.