WATERFALLS OF AUTUMN
As I walked below the forest canopy, the leaves had covered the ground in a carpet of brown, yellow and red. I could hear the remote call of a hawk flying away in the distance, as the waves of a soft peacefulness engulfed my senses. Sometimes, a slight wind would ruffle the leaves into a rain of sails floating down to the forest floor. I followed the streams that led me to a waterfall and another: each one with its own personality, each one with distinguishable curtains of water drops that fell endlessly into the depths of my consciousness. Embraced in the water flow of time, I felt the touch of misty hands on my face. And a soothing coolness in a breeze opened my eyes to feel the essence of my being. The water, descending through the crevices of the ages, had carved its course on the rocks of my life...
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