DiamondsintheRough

The wind blows the Wet leaves the Wet leaves sparkle in the sun shining more like Diamonds than like leaves. The Wet leaves blowing in the sun tickleing my heart for one brief moment time has stopped. Who is ageless and Immortal now. NO one has noticed this greedy who becomes. Silent lest others steal this Wonder out the window WHOS Diamonds in the Rough. As each leaf drys the wind moves on to find other leaves still Wet they shine but only for a short time the moment is now gone but not forgotten for who has seen the DiamondsintheRough.