“As I look out of my bedroom window at another Fall (autumn) morning.
Sun is shining but the air quite chilly and trees so bare…
All there is left on them are the empty nests of the birds that once lived there,
they have seeked refuge on green pastures with warm air somewhere south,
the fallen leaves which have lost their green color have turned into yellow and orange,
Around the tree that once they flourished on, ending one cycle of life to begin another.”
How does it feel, when early morning you stir up to find a sweet little email sent to you by a dear friend? Yes, I feel the same …lucky and highly elated. It becomes all the more special when it’s penned down keeping you in mind 
(J) Thank you very much for the above few lines, it made my day reading them! Even if it was an attempt, IT’S BEAUTIFUL…so true, inspiring and straight from the heart.
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November 10, 2009 at 8:20 am
masood
You fell down in the morning?
Hurt yourself?
November 10, 2009 at 10:24 am
Dew
LOLzzzzzzz Oh yes i did…. after reading the email
…a little poetry for me..i did not believe it 
November 10, 2009 at 9:00 am
Swaram
Hw sweet
November 10, 2009 at 10:26 am
Dew
Ohhh thanks
actually I am sorry, I think I created confusion…that little poetry is not mine this time …it’s written for me by my fren 
November 10, 2009 at 9:43 am
pujathakur
So well described, dew!
November 10, 2009 at 10:28 am
Dew
I shall pass all the compliments to the right person.
It’s beautiful indeed 
November 10, 2009 at 4:25 pm
Mahmud faisal
I was becoming dissolved in words…. and was feeling romantic with the description of the ‘morning through the window’…..
well, nice mail indeed. hope had nice day too
November 11, 2009 at 3:16 pm
Dew
November 11, 2009 at 3:56 am
Anup
You are so lucky, you get sweet mails! All I get is work, work, work and sometimes problem e-mails that need sorting out first thing in the morning. Goes with the territory, I guess! Nice little poem there. I love the Fall season, in the US, particularly in the North East (Upstate New York and New England States) where the leaves first change into a myriad of colors, bursting with deep reds, browns, yellows and so on. The entire countryside gets “painted” and there is a slight crisp chill in the air.
November 11, 2009 at 3:18 pm
Dew