Within the lake of leaves I sit, the trees that surround waving in a soft breeze. I look upwards, at the ever blue open, and watch the patches of grey gently expand within the heavens. My mind blank, I move to mothers side, listening to the music that winds it’s way through the sea of green. Mother calls out, and we slip
inside, watching as the first drop falls from the ashen blanket over the world. With my pack, I settle for the winters eve with nothing but the bliss of nature’s song, her sweet lullaby resounding through my ears.
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