Seasonal transition follows nature’s rhythm.
Once full of supple verdurousness
today, I mirror a dull ochre expression.
Diluted veins sap my strength,
I am blown away by the gust of wind,
my withered soul drifts away from home.
I twirl to the rhythmic breeze, explore faraway places,
at times crushed beneath the hurried feet.
I hold no grudges.
Graceful surrender and acceptance, fills me with peace.
Nature’s lullabies cajole me to deep slumber
into mother earth’s welcoming bosom..
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