[The River of Wild Moss]: Original Poem + Original Photo

Fallen leaves were floating down,
Down the river of wild moss,
They were fleeting to be drowned
By the autunm's speedy toss.
I was following the leaves
Down the roads, along the seas,
I was climbing up the hills,
I was resting under trees.
In the pursuit of the gold
Falling softly to the ground
I forgot about the rot
Of the value I picked up.
I forgot about the time
Sternly following my route,
I turned round and saw the lime,
It was striking its dead root
To the whiteness of the moss,
To the leaves still left behind
And I realized the worth
Of the rotting in the wild.
The whole world got turned to sand.
I had rotten leaves in hand.


This poem was inspired by the photo taken in the forest today and was published on steemit.com only.
Anastasia