TMT_Autumn



		*Take Me There*



A warm song of hope Caresses each leaf And trickles down the limbs Riding on a breeze A reflection of faith A child of forever And the newborn day Takes its first breath



The leaves laugh and crinkle under my bare feet, crisp with autumn. In the air, a hint of dew lingers in the late morn, filling my senses with a smile. The sun threatens to steal the wetness from the forest, but the trees protect it with their multi-colored foliage, saving it for a later thirst. I see a meadow ahead in the clearing, hidden by the shade of a cloud. I begin to run toward it, splashing cool puddles with my enthusiasm, and leaving behind a trail of short-lived ripples to mark my presence. The small field instantly fills me with a warmth as the sun's rays peer over the treetops to find me. Squinting, I look up at the sky and soak up the vibrant colors. Every inch of my skin tingles with appreciation. I look around again, watching the butterflies as they flurry around, undaunted by the beauty of the scene. I remember this scene on a hot summer day, glistening with life on every level. And soon it will be blanketed with the perfection of snow, sleeping softly until spring's thaw. But for now its pace is peaceful, recuperating from the hard months of growth, feeling the strength and price of its accomplishments, and preparing for the healing rest ahead. The cycle of a butterfly, the butterfly of life itself, echoed in a thousand lands and a thousand times.

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