The colours of fall, 

Captivates us all. 

Ushering the onset of winter, 

When snow falls pitter patter. 

The trees get ready, 

To face the snow, all steady. 

They probably know, 

The leaves can’t stand the snow. 

Is that why the leaves ripen? 

And fall down, leaving the trunk barren? 

Doesn’t the tree teach us, 

The way life progresses, 

Birth, death are all part, 

Of the cycle and can’t be pulled apart. 

The fallen leaves, denote death, 

And a hope of rebirth,

Birth with a spring, 

In the onset of spring. 

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