Autumn leaves tinged with yellow, though as they fade a lad wanders alone.

A long way from his city and a new home in his heart; his family he does not want to depart.

Yet now that he wanders in the magick around, he feels ever so Earth bound.

Look at the leaves, touch their essence,

Never so in tune to his Autumn presence.

Then comes the thought as he unearths a stone,

The past as tough as bone.

As the trees shed their leaves,

He pulls at his sleeves.

His body so frail and crude

Earth protects his resting nude.

 

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