Beneath the golden leaves of those maple trees was a dream come true. This country offered me various opportunities my own home cannot. Although at times, I feel rough and topsiturvy, I could still count my blessings.
The fallen leaves represent every defeat, misery & anguish I had. Regrets? No. For every Autumn that comes & goes, is a soul that is hungry for new experiences and adventures.
The Crimped Scribbler 🇨🇦 