The Window of Peace and Serenity

The river flows
Like blood in the veins
Of nature.
Slowly trickling through each crevice
Of rock and stone.
Until it eventually pools
Into its final journey.
The trees mirror off the water
Colors fading.
Leaves suffocating
With the scent of Fall.
And the sun
Beaming its fiery soul
Across the mountains.
And into
The window of peace
And serenity.





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