Beauty In Decay
"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
here and there: even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay. "
~ Constance La France
Dead leaves, they fall, fall
Dancing with the wind
Brown branches enthrall
Looking cool, bare-skinned
Flowers, they've withered
Dry and drooping down
Fall has slow slithered
Changing Nature's gown
Beauty can be seen
Ev'n in this decay
There's a silent sheen
To this bloomless gray
Decay is needed
To gain life anew
Death has preceded
Spring in Nature's view
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