The leaves are waiting
To change with the season
But some will take longer
It’s just how they’re made
But then soon enough
Their true colors will show
Then they’ll fall or they’ll fly
On the eve of first snow
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The leaves are waiting
To change with the season
But some will take longer
It’s just how they’re made
But then soon enough
Their true colors will show
Then they’ll fall or they’ll fly
On the eve of first snow