Gloriously green in spring and summer, these leaves
turned to bright shades of flame, lit up the fall,
and autumn’s winds tumbled them to earth.
Decaying, their remnants now enrich the earth,
and winter buds fatten with next year’s leaves,
which in their turn, we know, will wither and fall,
an endless cycle of growth, decline and fall.
We too decline, return at last to earth,
and memory is all our existence leaves
until we rise in new leaves, and fall again to earth.
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