"The atumn singing" (5 minutes freewrite poetry well-being)

The tree swaying with the wind on a small hill,

birds singing lullabys between the leaves,

the distant blue sky above this

populated with clouds that will bring rain.

The sudden memento of autumn coming.

The leaves of that tree falling dyed brown,

and their birds going far away

with the promise of returning someday.

The perennial smell of wood and humidity in the environment.

All leaving, going far away dragged by the water

Everything, all promising to return after winter ...

Reborn once again.