Sarah Pesta - Rustling Leaves

During the day I feel the soft wind
Blowing through the trees in its path

When the wind begins to blow through the trees
The leaves on the branches begin to rustle

The day is starting to fade to pastel colors
Colors in which are blending in with the sun

Night has arrived after the sunset has left
I can still hear the leaves rustle in my dreams

Sarah Pesta

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