The leaves are starting to fall,
The season of change has begun;
Just like their Creator,
They have tasted death on a tree;
Except, their bodies will decay
And go back to the earth,
To be scattered by the wind;
Their places taken, next spring,
By new life, full of hope,
And awaiting their inevitable outcome.
But, until then,
They serve their purpose,
Faithful to the tree.
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