🍁Shifting Light🍁
The maple stands calm, its old wounds slowly heal,
No longer restless, no longer does it feel.
Birds sing unbroken where soft breezes blow,
Leaves bend but endure the wind’s ebb and flow.
The sun shines careless, bright yet unconcerned,
Its burning rays on tender blooms are turned.
Grasshoppers glide down the warm sunlit hill,
Brooks drift slow, as if they have no will.
A breath of mood, where light and shadows blend,
Hues shift and change—bright morning’s gentle end...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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