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Father change opened his mouth

to let out a calming hum to float throughout

Everyone and anyone

Connecting on the individual vibrations of attention

 

The trees, being more perceptible

to these kind of things,

Offered up their only response:

Each leaf changing color, as its

only defense mechanism,

or sacrificing last strength to be remembered

 

Bravely portraying its magnificence

and the understanding in showing

the wonderful beauty of wisdom

Coming to terms with it, just as the lesson

has been learned;

against dying

 

The winter howls will soon begin

to loosen their lungs

Big grumbling gusts of power

to rip each leaf from limb

Leaving the trees barren

and the ground afire

 

Until the death of color

merges with the plain variety of the different

figures and shapes, an indescribable

brown color that encompasses variants in the shade

United again, first living but now in the great hereafter;

When existence means being only one

 

But then life will start over;

as it always seems to do

sprouts forming stronger from raging fires

As the sun begins to shine warmer

 

I am grateful to be able to experience the season of fall ❤

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