It was the chitter chattering of crispy leaves sauntering along the sidewalk that made us more determined to move on. They unto themselves offered a bouquet of brilliant colors, appreciated by some, unnoticed by others.
Aren't we like those leaves, once budding then turning into a magnificent display of fruits and foliage. Still we refuse to be swept away. Instead we show the world we continue to have a worthy act to put on. But curtain calls come and though this performance is almost over, our voices can still be heard before we turn into dust.
Aren't we like those leaves, once budding then turning into a magnificent display of fruits and foliage. Still we refuse to be swept away. Instead we show the world we continue to have a worthy act to put on. But curtain calls come and though this performance is almost over, our voices can still be heard before we turn into dust.
