In circles they followed, colours of orange and red,
Oh how the wind did bellow, "chase me ", "chase me" it had said
to the corners of paths they did jump, and through the feilds they ran
hop, skip and bumping, some untouched others clenched hands
Under the bridge went winding, from the tops of the trees they did fall
bringing eachother togther, creating a colourful wall
and quick they were to disperse, into the gullys and the hollows
untill the groth of spring reborn and again to fall int the season that follows.
About the Creator
Rachel Head
Artist, writter, teacher. A passion for creating works that shine light on our beautiful planet, donating to conservation, presevation of wild life .Based in Australia, exhibitied throught Australia OS.
Instagram: rachel.head.artworks
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