Greatest to the Least

Take me to a secret paradise
Somewhere far from rest of the world
Where the water runs as cold as ice
And the autumn leaves tumble and twirl
With a whisper of grace and a rustling vim
The trees reveal their secrets of peace
And with creaking bough and cracking limb
They remind me that all live and die – from the greatest to the least

Photo by Karsten Winegeart on Unsplash

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