Ah the melody
The hymn of cars gone by
Ruffling of grass between your fingers
A distant train is hooting
The crunchiness of a leaf toyed with by the wind
Now and again jingle of keys to someones own beat
Sudden Rush Whoosh of leaves and wind overpowering everything
Every now and again the whoop whoop of planes over head
The shift of willow
The scent of a true warm breeze
Tickle of your hair brushing against your face
The nearly invisible wisps of clouds stretched to near nonresistance
Ah crescendo
The patter of feet on concrete
A lullaby
Sweet symphony
To slumber
Without a worry without a fear or care
By green & yellow sleep tight
The fall is coming
Red hints at true
The little brown helicopters twirl through the air
Down to the earth for their becoming
The clover is my bed, remnant leaves & blades of grass adds its volume
Oh let me drift to sleep
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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