“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold;
For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
― George Cooper
A Ballade of Autumn
Life is passing slowly,
Death is drawing near,
Life and Death are holy,
What have we to fear?
Faded leaves are falling,
Birds are on the wing,
All that dies in Autumn
Lives again in Spring.
by Mary E. Coleridge
People with good hearts keep a sweetness within them:
Kind and welcoming
Compassionate and attentive
Upright and sincere
Generous and altruistic
Loyal and trustworthy.
A mantra for every day