with Falling Leaves Falling Leaves by Joyce Paul (Mscraps)

journaling (a poem by John Muir):
In autumn when the trees are brown The little leaves come tumbling down They do not make the slightest sound But lie so quietly on the ground Until the wind comes puffing by And blows them off towards the sky.The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.


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