Autumn is not only a season of contentment, but also of regret
The red maple leaves were the memories of the bright days of youth
Alas, it is only a memory now for the dreaming tree
When the last leaf fell, what remained was bleakness
A long hibernation before the gentle hand of spring awakens
O spring, where is the soft breeze and the riot of colours
Wake me up and fill me with life and love of life!
Here is a collage of patterns with maple leaves. Enjoy! - mOhana
