I look out the window and it is raining leaves, yellow and rust color.
They twirl and glide as they descend. So graceful, a dance.
Language is limited. I can't fully describe the beauty of this rain of leaves.
A photo or video would fail too.
Experience is a true wonder.
If all of us looked out my window right now and then wrote a poem, we would have as many unique poems as people.
We are a wonder just like those leaves dancing and twirling, separately but together.
We would do well to walk through the world and remember that.
I will try.
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