Autumn
The autumn of our years, our moment in the sun. Still vibrant with the colors of a life fully lived. Retired from our labors. A canvas now, painted with the brilliance of our triumphs, the subtle shades of our common day to day, and the scars of our struggles. Telling a story. Teaching a lesson. Mementos of places been and moments lived. Suspended in the air for all to see. Each day, like autumn leaves, hanging by a thread. Enjoying the warmth of knowing that the heat of the summer years is past. While feeling the first winds of winter stir. A reminder to all who see. The bud becomes the leaf, that feeds the family tree. And when, like us, its work is done, it tells its story and gives way.
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