A leaf, so fragile, slow dancing with the breeze, Its colors vibrant, a masterpiece with ease.
In the sunlight's embrace, it finds release, A symbol of nature's gentle peace.
From the tree, it gently falls to the ground, Whispering tales of seasons yet found. In its veins, life's mysteries are bound, A silent witness, without a sound.
Nature's brush, painting beauty in every vein, A leaf's journey, a cycle without refrain. In its simplicity, a story to ascertain, A reminder of life's delicate chain.
About the Creator
Jenna W.
Writing is one of my favorite forms of creative expression. I was first published at 14 and continue to enjoy storytelling and producing educational pieces as well. Thanks for your interest & taking the time to read my words!
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
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