Leaves like moon reflecting sun, setting mountains and hills ablaze.
Leaves like fire smothering trees in glory.
Leaves like feathers drifting, floating, falling. Carefree and calm, carried by the wind. At peace though everything is out of their control and home is left behind.
Leaves like broken dreams strewn about. Gathered together, heaped in a pile, left to be forgotten.
All good things come to an end.
Children wrapped in jackets and smiles. Braving wind and bubbling with laughter.
Children running, racing, jumping.
Children like leaves falling;
A leaf pile is too special a thing to be ignored.
Blue sky, golden sun, leaves in flight once again as children toss them over their heads like pixie dust
Even in death, there is life to be found.
whimsical impressions 
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