My Brother And I (Prose)

Autumn   quietly   approaches   as   the   summer   season   fades   away.

Trees   around   the   neighborhood   sway   to   the   song   of   the   wind.

We see its golden sunlit leaves of red, orange, and yellow leave its home.

As they fall, the wind carries them through the air waltzing lightly with each step.

Look!  The wind and the leaves dance in unison as they flow slowly  together.

Such    a    peaceful    feeling    one    can    feel    as    the    two    circle    about

round       and       round       in       the       late       afternoon       sky.

Sitting     on     a     lonesome     bench     this     picturesque     scene

makes     myself     think     of     an     innocent     child's     lullaby

playing  in  the  background  to  the   younger  days  of  me  and  my  brother.

Everything     seems     so     soothing     as     we     watch

the     trees     shed     its     yearly     tears.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Prose / For my baby sister who just turned 18 last night.

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Love you sis, always.