Fall

I see the fall colors of red yellow and orange
I see the waxy green leaves disappear
I watch as the pieces painted red yellow and orange find their way to the soft carpet of grass
I think to myself
This is the cycle of life
This is the way that life is
All things in their time
Will fall to the soft carpet of grass
The question becomes
When it becomes our turn to fall to the soft carpet of grass
Will we have allowed ourselves to be changed
to be painted in bright red, yellow or orange
Forever leaving our beautiful essence in the world as we go


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