Monday, October 3, 2011

The sound of Fall

Crunch, crunch, stepping on the pile of dried fallen leaves on the sidewalk.

A toddler walking by, and she couldn't miss the gift of nature.

Crunching softly, hopping, stomping, listening to the sound of fall.

And I wonder why do we forget the joy of simple things as we grow up?

Staring this one fallen leaf on my patio table, and ask softly - how was your life? Did you have good life with beautiful memories? Is there anything you regret? I hope you don't. 
You look so beautiful, and peaceful. Now, you make me realize our life is also like yours. 
One day, I'll depart from this life, I hope I also lay myself gracefully like you.

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