By: Turoob

Rustling leaves, swishing wind, and the chilly sight
Heart bumming and bursting with echoes of delight

Of goes the little boy
screaming and exulting full of joy

Stunned by the alluring scene with the beautiful trees
the leaves dancing and flapping in the breeze

Whiff of the earth, the ground
Nature filled with the shimmering sound

Woods with ample furrow of leaves
Falling like the echoes of gentle pace in sheaves

Singly strolling or bliss of solitude
in deserted places, only one is bloomed

Categories: Poetry

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