Trees are the most beautiful with leaves red, purple and yellow,
Through the woods, over the river, cold wind blow,
Branches sway, leaves flutter and ripples dance in the water shallow,
To and forth it swings, not quite happy, but the leaf has to go,
Through the woods, over the river, cold wind blow,
Branches sway, leaves flutter and ripples dance in the water shallow,
To and forth it swings, not quite happy, but the leaf has to go,
Its Autumn again... time to go home...'
Some 5 years ago these thoughts flowed out of me when I was leaving the city of spires... Now it is autumn again, and I reflect upon the journey that leaf has undertaken since then. The places it has been to, the people it has found, the new relations it has made, the old promises it has kept, and the life it has lived. Silently contemplating about the different seasons it has seen... from shining bright sun to the partly cloudy weather, the chill of winter air and the fragrant breeze of spring. From the kiss of mountains to the hug of waves, from the tranquility of silent streams to the energy of desert storms. From witnessing the falling rain drops to watching the rising mist. From touching the feather of birds to listening the chirping of crickets. From lightening thunder to the polite rainbow... Transitions from just good to exceptionally good moments. The passage through the corridors of what happened, what could have happened and what's still to happen. Gliding on this wake of hope...it still is floating in the air...Its Autumn again but I am still not at home...
