My Happy Place
Oh! The leaves crunch beneath my feet
And the only human sound is my heartbeat!
Looking to the horizon, I see the changing trees;
Their glorious, colorful beauty makes me quiver at the knees.
The gentle, cool breeze caresses my cheek,
Although that breeze is everything but meek.
I smell the forest's organic, earthy scent,
A welcoming message that nature has sent.
Above me is the piercing blue sky,
The only piece that doesn't say goodbye.
Autumn is my favorite season.
To be truthful, there's a reason:
Autumn's delightful beauty makes me smile.
I love to embrace it, even for a short while.
But the splendor to me will never die;
The colors swirl through my mind as I sigh.
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