Where answers fall like leaves

Where answers settle

like leaves of gold;

Ask the sky and she will wrap you in her arms;

a puff of wind, the eyeglass trees

rattle

paper leaves flutter down

bury ground;

murmur gentle insight.

Listen softly;

New sight and sapling strength

growing here,

beneath the fallen leaves.

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Inspired by lyrics of Going North (Missy Higgins).