The wind whisks through the land,
Twirling and whirling leaves as it ran.
As blue sky contrasts with stark colors,
A brilliant display occurs;
'Tis pleasing to the eye,
Though signifying that death is nigh,
For the trees so stoic and grand.
In spite of this, peace radiates as they stand,
For they know everything was put in place, by a benevolent hand.
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Ramblings
RandomThis is where I will write random ideas or stand-alone paragraphs that are completely ridiculous, and as I said before, random.
