That which once was, the lush green
To cup the vivid hues of youthful spring
And bristle in the caresses of that gentle breeze
The nature in life, the spirit anew
The rhythm of love in each birthing moment;
Tender, supple, wondering like a new born
To live, age and die, one day;
Turning into that lone autumn leaf
Swept by the wild gusts
Yellow and brown, paling;
Shrivelled, shrunk, seeking
To go back to earth
To nurture yet again, the seeds of living
This cycle of life, of the past and the present;
The changing colours, the shifting shafts of light;
That enlivens at once; or entombs all on a sudden;
Like the fallen leaf of autumn
Shedding the skin of its past;
To embrace the ‘now’
The ephemereal it is, what meets the eye;
Beyond, are the roots of the soulful that never die!
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