Leaves dance,
whirling wind buffeted
golds and yellows
thousands on thousands
motion of butterflies
eddies and currents
wind and rain
lightning flash and thunder crack
commanding admiration
entrancing beauty
in that perennial turning of the page,
their dance with mortality
compelling wonder
when our leaf dance will come
detached from the tree of life,
just what manner of display can we make
to say at the end so emphatically
this is who I am
have been
will be
laying claim to being as one with the Earth,
cycle of life, death, and rebirth
within my Creator’s outstretched arms.
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