Of all those little things
Which to me happiness bring
The first light of the day
Shining bright on leaves as it may
Is perhaps the most beautiful
Filling my mind with gaiety full,
And I look with wonder how the sky
Becomes part of prayers to divinity
And the feeling that autumn can usher in
Unbridled joys of simply being
In poetry, music and varied pied forms
To embellish nature's beauteous charms
Is what perhaps that ring in every heart,
And I plunge into autumnal mirth
Like every year I love to do
Gathering on palms drops of dew-
Beads of pearls ,the gifts of season,
Like singing love song for her reason,
And praising her with words spontaneous
Words which can turn banal me, pious.
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