I hope you find an Autumn road that winds through golden trees,
Where berries still grow wild, their fragrance on the breeze;
I hope you take Fall by the hand and ramble down a lane,
Where nature's forms and colors refresh your mind again.
I hope you find a forest path strewn with scarlet, green and gold,
Where leaves float down and brush against your heart and mind and soul;
May you walk in Autumn's wood, my friend, where gentle things survive,
And may it guide your inner paths and sing your soul alive.
-- Author Unknown |
