Breaking leaves in the gentle breeze,
I soothe my restless soul.
The rustling has me lost in dream,
while leaves fly,
swirl,
and roll.
Leaves fly high above me,
and they fall back to the ground.
I'm raking while enchanted by
the colors
and the sound.
Yellow, red,
and orange cascade with mesmerizing flair,
while troubles of the world rage on.
At peace,
I'm unaware.
I know not when my task will
end,
and do not really care.
As blissfully, my rake
now casts
the leaves into the air.
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