With my guitar in my hand I began strumming away a silent melody that was carried in the breeze.
Like a leaf that is blown by the wind, the leaf can only go so far till it falls to the ground.
The leaf will remain were it is until it is picked up by a person or caught on an accidental breeze.
Like the silent melody the leaf will fade away.
Yet is when the silent melody is carried by the wind that the melody can be heard at it's loudest.
Although to most people the melody is a nuance; as is the fall when the leaves start falling down.
People will pass by the leaves and disregard them thinking that it's not their responsibility to pick them up.
Or they will wait till the very last moment to pick them up, when the leaves are becoming dirt.
In a way, at some point in our lives we are all on lookers, bystanders of a society that ignores the silent melody and the leaves even when they were right in front of us our entire lives.
Like a leaf that is blown by the wind, the leaf can only go so far till it falls to the ground.
The leaf will remain were it is until it is picked up by a person or caught on an accidental breeze.
Like the silent melody the leaf will fade away.
Yet is when the silent melody is carried by the wind that the melody can be heard at it's loudest.
Although to most people the melody is a nuance; as is the fall when the leaves start falling down.
People will pass by the leaves and disregard them thinking that it's not their responsibility to pick them up.
Or they will wait till the very last moment to pick them up, when the leaves are becoming dirt.
In a way, at some point in our lives we are all on lookers, bystanders of a society that ignores the silent melody and the leaves even when they were right in front of us our entire lives.
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