The breeze gained speed,
tossing grass seeds
and birds’ babies
begged with wide mouths.

In soil so rich that fed the blooms,
trees grew too tall and broke the sky.
Water deep and blue reflected
jagged mountains towered above

The sun projected rays of gold and red
between the silver clouds and meadows green
and small dilapidated barns withstood
the mighty autumn wind without my help.   

The squirrels scampered under broken and rotted branches
as memories and feelings faded away into starry nights
the trees have lost their crisp and crinkled leaves to wind or death
and if all seasons stopped on wishes we could breathe once more.

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