Somewhere
In a forest somewhere
There lay a few golden leaves
And looking up there were more.
Floating, streaming and swaying down, they rests upon your palms
And you walked on, bathed in the glow of the sun, trudging through
Soft swooshes and silent swishes
Birds chirp in odd harmony,
how did they learn the melody of serene?
Trudging through somewhere, in a coniferous scene.
This should help
Really awesome bloggers visited my exhibit when my classmates didn't, thought they were in my pictures. (Granted I know some of them would have if they could)
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