Autumn’s Path

Dried leaves scrunching underfoot

I would like to live in a world where summer lasts all year. I’d like to be in a place where all loved ones are near.

I’d like to live without worry and never be in a hurry. I’d like to be forever free of the world’s hate that I see.

I want to see flowers all year as a way to alleviate my fear. I shudder when the snow falls I cry when death calls.

The dry leaves scrunch underfoot as I walk upon autumn’s path. I walk in somber reflection As I fear winter’s wrath.

But somewhere in the chill there is an urge to rejoice. Like clockwork there comes the hopeful spring of choice.

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