Windblown
Gently swaying,
in the breeze,
The green and orange,
and golden leaves,
They look so tranquil,
so at ease,
No nervous energy
within those trees,
No broken hearts,
never teased,
No tears,
no fears ,
no hidden fees,
By emotions,
they’re never seized,
Just Mother Nature ,
and those windblown leaves.
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