Burning tree, the leaves are turning red and bloodied
Burning red, and falling free
Once green, now utterly dead
The leaves are falling into the burning blitz
Shrunken, shriveled and losing a valiant battle
The leaves have cried, now dried up with no more joy or sorrow to give
Only a final salute to the hard and harsh realities of life’s daily struggle
These leaves turning red, shed of beauty and falling free and loose
Their time is up and their day is done
They fall with nothing more to give
But their spaces to a younger and more vibrant sprout making its way out into the shining burning sun.
Merci.
October 23, 2016 1.52 p.m.
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