Season Changes

A summer breeze appears light

at first touch

growing with crisp righteousness

under the guise of pure

light.

It burrows into the

fold

breathing deeply while

silent soldiers stand guard;

their stoic branches

heavy

 in the wind.

The call of song is a gift

on a perch

soaring far through the

valley

of humanity.

The sentinels,

mighty and powerful,

grip deeply

down:

a hand clasped around the earth.

The wind howls as it shakes

through the soldiers

until coming to an abrupt

stop.

Then a quiet rustle

trickles

down;

a soft Fall.

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