Collisions

 A minor chaos ensues when autumn breezes collide with dying leaves; 

But when violent weathers meet with people, a sense of catastrophe ensues;

And they revisit the past in the pursuit of knowledge and its cues;

For working minds to collude, creating better ways to cope;

With wild nature ever establishing the scope;

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