A Smile at the End
Smiling up at oak tree leaves,
Sun shining through
Translucent glow, I know
This peace is fleeting as the wind.
I concentrate to preserve the time.
But shadows darken
Recent mind flow, I know
Thoughts of peaceful greeting must have an end.
Oak tree leaves die, finding eternity by
Once being branch of tree,
Then endure nature's toil,
Falling by age and wind.
By then bye they become soil,
All to begin again.
And so it will be with me.
A smile at the end.
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