Age and Autumn
In the autumn colours,
the trees stand upright,
bringing joy with their turning.
When we are young
we think looks more important
but these soon decay,
and the heart longs for more
than a beautiful surface.
I anticipate all we will learn,
when I observe trees
turning old with grace.
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