Underneath a nebulous sky
A soft breeze carried orange leaves
Dancing, swirling on their own sojourns
Leaving behind their mother trees.
The air was full of electricity
Nature's way of changing her gown
Despite the rustling and calls of birds
There was not a single sound.
Take in a breath of the humid air
Let it pass through heart and soul
Allow the wind's gentle affection
To help you find what makes you whole.
A quiet mind is rare indeed
And sometimes requires Gaia's aid
For all the love that she can give
Is the reason that the earth was made.
Animals find it an easy task
To find peace and serenity
When the breeze carries those fallen leaves
Is how one can touch infinity.
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