How intricate, how beautiful
the playful seasons coloring the canvas of leaves
soothing green, benign yellow, chirpy red and maroon
Its Autumn, yes, thats how we call it..
fruits fall to the ground, some eaten by worms
some by birds, insects..
Tree has done his part, nurtured enough
its time for it to let go of the fruits,
to give them away to the same all encompassing
to let go of the old, and to make fresh space for the new, though still in imagination
the trunk is still there, unconditionally!
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