while taking in the array of the brilliant,
and beautifully colored autumn leaves
as they fell from their lofty branches to
rest upon the ground.
Realizing, that in their demise they will
nourish the root of the tree that birthed them,
and be a principal player in the Spring Awakening,
I couldn't help but be inspired.
THE LEAF
Think of the honor it would be:
The first leaf, to fall from the tree.
Knowing it's sacrifice:
A beginning to be
as it colorfully falls from the tree.
Oh, there are those who sadly decry,
why must that leaf wither and die?
To that I will say
life is for the living:
The beginning, and a new day.
For the end is only the beginning you see,
as each proud leaf knows as it falls from the tree.
But the honor to be first, to look up and see,
all those other leaves so green with envy.
Oh, It just makes a leaf so proud to be
the first leaf, to fall from the tree.
10/08/03
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