The morning kissed me
A lovely view, my soul can’t froget
Dead leaves slowly falling 
Gracefully dancing to their death
Invisible waves they make with the air
Falling to the ground 
Against the warm soft rays 
The soothing beauty of the morning sun

The moment sings again
The air has its voice 
As the trees sway
Friction creates a melody
As the leaves brush with each other
Their brown, golden bodies
Sing to me more

I want to capture
This ancient beauty 
Store it in this flat metal
But your beauty
So grand, wide
No manmade will ever contain

I’ll just be me, myself
Like the early men who lived
Immersed in this moment
Sitting and watching you 
A wonder and mystery

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2017.

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