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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Writers' Tree House

How sliently they tumble down.

They come to rest upon the ground.

To lay a carpet rich and rare, 

Beneath the trees with a care,

content to sleep, their work well done. 

Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times they wildly fly 

Untill they nearly reach the sky.

Twisting, turning through the air.

Till all  the trees  stark and bare.

When the winter wind grew frigid the 

trees roots became rigid. 

When winter winds began to blow, 

the roots are safe from the winter snow.



Submitted: September 27, 2021

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Prism Persona

I love this! Mostly because of the feeling of contentment you use in describing the leaves. A very satisfying picture put into words.

Mon, September 27th, 2021 3:58pm


Thank you so much.

Mon, September 27th, 2021 9:22am

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