Butterflies in harmony…

Falling leafs are covering the woodland path to my organic kingdom.
My hands are touching a tree trunk that reveals the legacy of this forest.
Leaving my footprints on the fragile skin of Mother Nature.
My arms are reaching to hidden fields of memories.
Searching for a reason to be part of this again.
Like a little paper boat my emotions are drifting away.
These depths explain my desire to explore.
A whiff of sweet blossom is leading my crusade.
The spirit of this jungle is part of my existence.
The warm wind whispers an evergreen.
Red and purple green carrousels are spinning round gracefully.
Giving me a blissful memento.

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