The leaves go under me.

Leaves of vivid colors fall beside me.


I shiver as I walk.

Condensation shows as I talk.


The birds chatter back and forth.

Fresh grass, growing flowers, and a rain cloud due north.


I wipe sweat glands off my head.

It's eighty-five but feels like one hundred and ten.


Seasons come and go through the years.

From winter to summer, far and near.



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