The beauty of autumn is death. The autumn leaves that have given their purposeful life breathing breath into the green of summer are now expiring. They yellow and let loose of their branch. Their chattering farewell fills the air with the sound of peaceful harmony.
May you rest in peace sweet leaves of summer. May the forest floor embrace the nutrients that you add to the soil. You are now part of the land that you have watched from on high these long months of summer.
Rest well leaves of summer.
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