As the breeze combs the forest trees,

Dead leaves like feathers dance with glee;

Floating and twirling gracefully,

Descending onto the forest glade softly!

Another breeze sways the branches to dance,

To and fro they sashay from side to side;

In rhythmic military  precision .

The birds throw in their voices in unison,

And provide the  natural orchestra with musical accompaniment;

The woodpecker like a drummer sets the pace,

The whole forest becomes a theatre of enchantment!

Who am I to be accorded  with such a great performance?

The show is strictly for the Immortals!


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