Autumn leaves in full blossom, hue the morning sky as they slowly drift by.
Down by the river the weightless leaves freely glide; only to be disturbed by an occasional breeze.
In the trees they hang with a sense of delicacy and patience, waiting for that inevitable moment in which they are set free once and for all.
Down by the river the weightless leaves freely glide; only to be disturbed by an occasional breeze.
In the trees they hang with a sense of delicacy and patience, waiting for that inevitable moment in which they are set free once and for all.
