g's world

The rustles were in glee Of the wonders yet to be seen While they flew down dead. Image courtesy:  Internet

Every dawn dooms with wail I never opine but in my daze, For I am human, humane. Image courtesy:  Internet

One after another they depart, carpeting the muck. Thus, autumn surfaced.

   The little one spread wings, On it's day which was dark, but ruled the sky after fall. Image:  Internet

                              Beauty in the making                                                                        mull over                                                               Danger enticing                                               Image:  Internet