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In autumn when the trees are brown
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
Fall poem by John Muir
In my eyes, autumn has touched me by its natural beauty.
Without words, without any artificiality, autumn teaches me how beautiful and precious this life.
You don't think so?
Well, just try to walk on the road on the autumn...
By your self...
Open your eyes and mind, then talk to them..
See it clearly
See it clearly
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