The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior
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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Sunday, September 30, 2012
The Autumn Wind
The Autumn Wind came by today
And begged the leaves come down and play
We have to ask our Mother Oak
They answered in reply
The Mother Oak loved all her leaves
And if they played
Then she’d be pleased
She let them down into the wind to fly
Then in the happy wind they gyred
In colors matching earth and fire
As sunshine split the sky and danced
Among the mirth and fun
All day they twirled, ‘till evens bell
The wind grew quiet as shadows fell
And leaf and sun then rested
Exhausted from their run
So Mother Oak bid all sweet dreams
As Mister Moon smiled down his beams
And Night did bed them all away
To dance again another day
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