Seeds that fall upon fertile soil,
Grow up toward the heavens
Green- Supple- Lively
Months of enjoyable beauty
New life-
To turning leaves.
And their different hues
From green to gold.
Vibrant- Lively- Energy
To dancing leaves.
Their melody sings,
As they sway to the wind’s musical breeze
Upon the ground.
The winter breeze blows-
Bare, are the branches now blown.
Sitting and waiting…
Standing and pondering…
To gaze upon nature’s wonder.
Not by chance,
But through its developing, existing grandeur-
As it cycles, and reenters
The seeds that fall upon the fertile soil….
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