Now Hear the rustling leaves.
Feel the cool autumn breeze.
Listen closely and you'll hear the wind whisper a tale.
Night sets in and it chimes it's bell.
Nature awaits in readiness as it prepares to sip from life's harvest well.
The elixir will be potent yet relaxing.
Soothing the body from ware and easing the mind from taxing thoughts.
Accepting all that and remembering yet releasing all that has been lost.
Down the frothy brew.
Let it trickle slowly down your pallet.
Savor every sweet and bitter sip.
Let it flush your cheeks and tingle your lips.
Now tilt your goblet and raise your neck to gaze at the dusk drenched sky.
Give thanks to for this blessing.
Kneel and be humble.
Aspire to be great.
Embrace all the seasons miracles.. both great and small
Turn your inhibitions like the color on leaves.
Bare witness to fall.
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