In the Lay of Leaves
We cling to what's fallen
in the lay of layers.
Leaves yield to the wind,
drifting down when time's up.
Pages of books flip over to
pile up as what's been read.
Days ripped from calendars
records the passage of time spent.
Musical notes strike the melodies for
verses on the score.
Words land on pages to craft our
letters, works and poems.
The lay of what we leave behind
in layers, showcases a life well spent
in the lay of leaves.
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