words are more than
like the leaves dancing
their way to the ground in Autumn,
they don't crumble nor fall;
they spread like the clouds
and in stillness they move;
not deciduous at all,
words when born
even in bubbles they find a home.
more colorful than autumn
leaves, words travel to and fro
in hues beyond a rainbow's arc.
Yet, like autumn leaves that
nourish the earth, words, too
enrich the worlds from which they grow.
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