Sensing a Change

Amidst the crimson hues of the forest reformation,

I tread upon the fallen leaves, unrealized aspirations.

The scent of decay rides the air, a hint of transformation.

A sensory feast for my soul to build up new foundations.

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Breaking free from the chains of expectation,

I cast off self-doubt and conformity's affliction.

Indulging in the sweetness of liberation,

Embracing freedom from anxiety's addiction.

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Roughly weathered trees whisper secrets of creation,

How thoughts and dreams can manifest, with just imagination.

Raw power brought to bear with unbridled determination,

A reality, full of riches, love, and adoration.

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Spontaneously, I twirl with the wind, liberated and free,

Its gentle touch on my skin, a kiss from the divine,

Leading me to unexplored realms of creativity,

A harmonious chorus, a vibrant tapestry of every color and line.

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Each gust stirs inspiration deep within me,

The wind's power, a call to unleash my own force,

A summons to innovate and explore endlessly,

To create my dreams, my own enchanted source

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As I step back down onto solid ground,

The warmth of my muse still spins around,

In the depths of my being, a light is found,

And my creativity knows no bounds.

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Now the sun dips low, casting golden rays,

As autumn's glory comes ablaze,

I pause to soak in this moment's power,

And bask in nature's most vibrant hour.