A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 Continuing, see previous post. The leaves that fallen in August, The letters written in tunes of memories Sent to nature in the letterbox stood under Krishnochura tree; My mind, my mind - thoughts to hear, With sense of that tied to here For old long times. . . . . For Old beloved times My dear, For old beloved paths. I swear I won't forget yet, I On't lost love. I won't lost the path I walked, For old beloved times. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.