Dancing of the autumn leaves on a surface of a lake is a dream we see when we are awake
A fallen leaf is nothing more than a summer’s wave goodbye
Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar
Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all