Bouquet of Flowers

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