A leaf falls upon the earth

One upon millions before

A letter to the seasons end 

decaying yet not dead

Burnished gold of sacrifice

Crunching under foot and paw

Layers of life's end and yet a sign of life to come

Rain upon our gilded skin

Sodden to destruction

Trodden to oblivion

From gold to black we become

Death to life is our becoming

From branch to root our belonging 




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