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
