The
Fall
The once vibrant
with life
The once
green, open full to catch the sun
The once
high, holding up the sky
Now a
golden bronze of slumbering death
The tips
are curled as if burned
The wind
stirs the branches high
The once
secured looses hold
A dance
of spins and twirls begin
A quick
spin slowed to a float
Lift and
fall, rock right then left,
Until the
fallen comes to rest
lie prone
in death, among the rest
Once protector
from the sun
Now a blanket
for the ground
Even in
your death you shelter life
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