An autumn leaf
while floating on a stream
asks, 'Where does freedom galore? '
An adrift bubble
while riding on a wave
asks, 'Would I reach the shore? '
The gentle breeze
while touching young leaves
asks, 'When I would go to stop? '
A gliding cloud
while roaming all around
asks, 'When I would reach the top? '
The autumn sky
unfolding its beauty says, 'Hi! '
and asks, ' Where all the questions go? '
The stars - all those shine
ask winking their eyes,
'Why do you want to know? '
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