#2982 – Ground

On cool autumn days,

Daylight early fades,

Welcoming moments,

To warmly reflect.

Trees shed leaves,

Preparing to sleep,

Before the cycle,

Soon again begins.

Sometimes the calm,

Precedes a storm,

That cleanses the soul.

But all in all they are,

Simple ordinary days,

That fill me with gratitude,

For merely being here.