By Leah C. Dancel
When dead leaves of the trees fly down to the ground
It's where my heart was lost but found
I didn't seem to mind laying down
To cover the ground to which my feet tread on.
My soul has found a place to rest, at least for awhile.
At springtime they shall fly back to the sky;
Feeling recharged, the veins invigorated;
Leaves of the trees will come alive.
@Leah C. Dancel
Poetic Comment at Awesome Australia
May 29, 2021
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Note : Inspired by the photographs of Nguyen Ngoc Hiep
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Photo: Macquarie University
Ryde NSW
Date photo taken: May 26, 2021
Versified Comment
May 29, 2021
"Life gets born in April, becomes a child in May, then an adult in June, July will see him realize himself, but in August he will die, and in September, shall be remembered." ~Yesu Ben
Me replied: The seasons indeed! You got them right for Down Under except I don't want to die on my birthmonth.
