She normally doesn't play
But, this time, she was playing
Seldom does she play

And seldom still does she smile

It was autumn
And she found herself
Gathering up pine needles

And tossing them in the air
Around herself

Laughing along the way

The next day, she would do this again
Except with lovely leaves of red
Gathering them up

And tossing them in the air
Around herself
Smiling and laughing

As she played.
—Amoridere, 10/16/2022