Change

A ripple for every moment

Summer scent trickles off the fragile leaves, color washes away in the autumn breeze. Yellow, orange and crimson red, fall with pride from where they're shed. Ripples in the water, too small to be seen. Lost as quickly in the motion as the fading green. A switch in the current, a swell in the tide. Change on the surface but perfect inside.

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