Autumn Leaves
These beautiful corpses Decaying on the grass These once emerald symbols Of seasons now past, The fierce red The frightened yellow The accepting orange Each joins their fellow For their ultimate end Right here and now None can cling forever To the trees’ boughs, One by one Each of them flies Towards the ground Where they will die Beneath rain boots That crunch on their faces While naïve new buds Will eventually take their places Unaware that the same fate Shall befall them In Autumn late. Image by David Mark from Pixabay
the cycle of nature. beautifully written 🙂