As I bid farewell to Autumn… I shall miss this beautiful last display…
WHISPERS OF AUTUMN GRACE
In courtyardโs calm, red maple leaves cascade,
Lacy whispers of autumnโs gentle grace.
Each leaf, a fleeting life, in silence laid,
In falling, finds its timeless, sacred place.
Seasons turn, yet harmony remains,
The wisdom of the earth in crimson shown.
Natureโs cycles, beauty in its veins,
In quiet descent, the Dao is known.
Master Boon๐๐