In autumn when the trees are brown 
The little leaves come tumbling down 
They do not make the slightest sound 
But lie so quietly on the ground 
Until the wind comes puffing by 
And blows them off towards the sky.

autumn leaves
The winds will blow their own freshness into you, 
and the storms their energy, 
while cares will drop away from you 
like the leaves of Autumn.

Fall poem by John Muir  link 

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