With spirit endowed, like a clear gentle stream,
I pivot and squirm, each midnight a dream.
As nature abound, in forests of light,
The falls golden leaves, oh what a sight.
The rain patters softly, on grounds at my feet,
Clouds moving loftly, like people you meet.
Conversing and changing, a natural law,
All negative emotion, forever is gone.
Bring me the morning, each step anew,
Each night of snoring, sleep it all through.
My eyes peer to heaven, as the sky covers all,
The brilliance of angels, peace to us all.
Live long and grow, like a tree standing tall,
Oh how there is beauty in the season of fall.
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Stepping into the fall, watching nature going into rest mode.
For some reason, you seem to reflect more in the fall.
Even your spirit is at reast. Lol
Rest
A beautiful sonnet well written and with great meaning. Loved it
Thank you for reading and commenting as always
Most welcome
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